CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Pressure (Intro)
1 Deep Entertainment
Bow down to something greater than yourself, chief
The blind stares of a hundred pairs of eyes that you will never be able to see, haha
R.I.P. Makaveli, [?]
Bang like a Crip or Blood, n***a, what?
B-B-Bang like a Crip or Blood, Crip or Blood (N***as can't see me)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, n***a, what?
It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug (N***as can't see me)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, n***a, what?
B-B-Bang like a Crip or Blood, Crip or Blood (Hold me, it ain't easy)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, n***a, what?
It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug (Uh)
Well, it's been a long time
I shouldn't have left you with all these weak-a** rappers, didn't mean to disrespect you
Homie, this ain't the type of rap you should wear a dress to
Y'all n***as trippin', but it ain't too late, you can be rescued
I do my own thang, I don't do nothin' like the rest do
You ain't rockin' with me? F**k it, I'm not tryna impress you
I do it for the real n***as and b*t*hes tryna get through
I'm hood Jesus, n***as don't know who they standin' next to
Y'all n***as ain't motivated, I can't be around that
I'm lookin' for smiles, tryna forget where all the frowns at
The whole city mine, the f**k I'ma be out of bounds at?
I'm everywhere except where all the b*t*h n***as and clowns at
Pu**y n***a tryna drag my mud through the mud
I ain't lookin' for him, but wherever I see him, he gon' die in that
If I run into his a** on 59 and Westpark
Then 59 and Westpark is where he can be found at, ayy
F**k is that, a handbag, homie?
I'll carry all my sh*t, it ain't a handbag on me
Big d**k, big pistol, man swag on me
Ain't no fingernail polish, that ain't man swag, homie
So let them busters know it's on for life
And let the real n***as ride tonight (Haha)
drowsy, I be hittin' high notes
But I will really murder, you can catch the strap tomorrow
You can't see it, but it be with me wherever I go
They wait for me to come out the back, but I took the side door
Sometimes I forget I'm a rapper, I'm out my mind, ho
So stop playin' with me 'cause somebody might really die, bro (R.I.P.)
Homicide ain't somethin' I'm tryna be doin' time for
My celly be rappin' for me, for what? I'm not gon' sign, bro
They go to breakfast and lunch, I'ma be layin' down though
Locker full of free world, ain't standin' in no line, ho
A lot of people hate me, look, it is what it is
They was laughin' like my bag would never get big, but it did
And if I ever put a hit on you, it did what it did
I'm just sayin', I never been the one to play with, b*t*h
Lay some bread on me, I ain't the one to lay with, b*t*h
They hustle every now and then, I'm every day with this sh*t
Opps watchin', but, basically, stay out my way with this sh*t
They know better than to f**k with Joseph McVey with this sh*t
I'm pressed
Bang like a Crip or Blood, n***a, what?
B-B-Bang like a Crip or Blood, Crip or Blood (N***as can't see me)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, n***a, what?
It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug (N***as can't see me)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, n***a, what?
B-B-Bang like a Crip or Blood, Crip or Blood (Hold me, it ain't easy)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, n***a, what?
It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug, when we thug, when we thug
Bow down to something greater than yourself, chief
The blind stares of a hundred pairs of eyes that you will never be able to see, haha
R.I.P. Makaveli, [?]
Bang like a Crip or Blood, n***a, what?
B-B-Bang like a Crip or Blood, Crip or Blood (N***as can't see me)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, n***a, what?
It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug (N***as can't see me)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, n***a, what?
B-B-Bang like a Crip or Blood, Crip or Blood (Hold me, it ain't easy)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, n***a, what?
It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug (Uh)
Well, it's been a long time
I shouldn't have left you with all these weak-a** rappers, didn't mean to disrespect you
Homie, this ain't the type of rap you should wear a dress to
Y'all n***as trippin', but it ain't too late, you can be rescued
I do my own thang, I don't do nothin' like the rest do
You ain't rockin' with me? F**k it, I'm not tryna impress you
I do it for the real n***as and b*t*hes tryna get through
I'm hood Jesus, n***as don't know who they standin' next to
Y'all n***as ain't motivated, I can't be around that
I'm lookin' for smiles, tryna forget where all the frowns at
The whole city mine, the f**k I'ma be out of bounds at?
I'm everywhere except where all the b*t*h n***as and clowns at
Pu**y n***a tryna drag my mud through the mud
I ain't lookin' for him, but wherever I see him, he gon' die in that
If I run into his a** on 59 and Westpark
Then 59 and Westpark is where he can be found at, ayy
F**k is that, a handbag, homie?
I'll carry all my sh*t, it ain't a handbag on me
Big d**k, big pistol, man swag on me
Ain't no fingernail polish, that ain't man swag, homie
So let them busters know it's on for life
And let the real n***as ride tonight (Haha)
drowsy, I be hittin' high notes
But I will really murder, you can catch the strap tomorrow
You can't see it, but it be with me wherever I go
They wait for me to come out the back, but I took the side door
Sometimes I forget I'm a rapper, I'm out my mind, ho
So stop playin' with me 'cause somebody might really die, bro (R.I.P.)
Homicide ain't somethin' I'm tryna be doin' time for
My celly be rappin' for me, for what? I'm not gon' sign, bro
They go to breakfast and lunch, I'ma be layin' down though
Locker full of free world, ain't standin' in no line, ho
A lot of people hate me, look, it is what it is
They was laughin' like my bag would never get big, but it did
And if I ever put a hit on you, it did what it did
I'm just sayin', I never been the one to play with, b*t*h
Lay some bread on me, I ain't the one to lay with, b*t*h
They hustle every now and then, I'm every day with this sh*t
Opps watchin', but, basically, stay out my way with this sh*t
They know better than to f**k with Joseph McVey with this sh*t
I'm pressed
Bang like a Crip or Blood, n***a, what?
B-B-Bang like a Crip or Blood, Crip or Blood (N***as can't see me)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, n***a, what?
It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug (N***as can't see me)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, n***a, what?
B-B-Bang like a Crip or Blood, Crip or Blood (Hold me, it ain't easy)
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood, n***a, what?
It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug, when we thug, when we thug
