Blue Chucks with my Locs on
Hoping that the blood homies don't take it wrong
And wipe me off the face of this earth
And for the record, I am not banging the turf
I ain't got no record, I ain't never laid a n***a to dirt
And other than a nine to five I never had no work
But that don't mean sh**, I could still get murked
Any given Sunday, in front of a church, chuch
Tabernacle, chapel, if I ain't on the block I'm somewhere behind an apple
Bottom model blotto, poppin' Old English like senior citizens speaking
And me and legend blowing big kush
In a little coupe the same size big foot's foot,
And now n***as looking up to me
And I ain't even tall, It's hard to be.
Under the pressures off
I said the pressures off
I said the pressures off
I said the pressures off
See, The Pressure ret everywhere were
And if it bust a pipe, it can take your life
Right before your eyes, and your homie's too
You had to run it cause the color of your tennis shoes
And I hope you got a spare pair
And a fresh pack of newports to calm your nerves,
Roll up the herb, that's my first name
And I get high until I die, that's on my Daddy's grave
You n***as wearin' a mask
Trying to masquerade away from the facts, of your past
In past tense I pa** this like cla**es, a took a Curtis magnet
I remember one time, one of the homies had a black burner in a black jacket
sh**, who predicted he'd get hit before twenty one
Black Jacket is, trying to count your cards quicker than us
I'm air tight never flinch when the
Under the pressures off
I said the pressures off
I said the pressures off
I said the pressures off
[Jay Rock:]
When the pressure was on
n***as talk loud but they break wild, when the weapons are drawn
I should hit ten in his dome, cause he a snitch he don't represent this gangster sh**
sh**, he don't know it feel to see your homie's cap peeled by the black steel, for real
I can still see the blood spill its ill its ugly nasty
Uh, still keep the cannon in the back seat
What, puffin' the blunt, fully trucked
For any n***a that wanna lay in the dust in the ford trucks
Trust, I ain't with the B.S., I'm out the E.S.,
With a bad b**h
Pro Club 1x tall, no V-neck
Show me where the cheese at, I ain't talkin' Cheese-Its
Use to serve rocks out the block, Al Paci-ess
Now I crush mics on the song
Life's a gamble plus a n***a never fold when the
Under the pressures off
I said the pressures off
I said the pressures off
I said the pressures off