PRESSURE

Messed up teeth, but I hide it underneath
All my confidence, built up
Piggy bank, filled up
Fixed up her makeup
Just so we can make out
How much longer is this bitch ‘bout take now?
Walk in the party and I feel like the man
You can’t tell me shit, no I don’t want a gram
All these Snapchat dealers man, they ain’t got a plan
Most can’t even shake on the hand
I don’t feel the weight
Honestly I feel great
Even when I show up late
Imma always bring a date
Even if they ain’t straight
And it’s a quarter past eight
And we stuck at the gate
I can’t ever seem to hate
Don’t try to black mail me, ‘cuz I outsold you
And you don’t deserve shit, No I owe you’s
And you just a hypocrite, you said I couldn’t do
Now you believe in me, it’s long overdue
I don’t feel pressure
I don’t'- I don’t feel pressure
Life’s looking better
Life’s — Life’s looking better
Do it for my pleasure
Do it- Do it for my pleasure
I don’t feel pressure
I don’t'- I don’t feel pressure
Pressure!
I don’t feel pressure
I don’t feel pressure
I don’t feel pressure
Killer on the loose
Killer on the loose
It’s been long overdue
That I stopped the abuse
I used to wanna die but I would’ve missed out
Didn’t mean to say that, man it must’ve slipped out
Suicide was present in my life for a long time
I didn’t wanna disappoint and see my momma cry
I wish I was in the crib, with the lullabies
Now my life, all I gotta do is satisfy
My peers and professors
I don’t wanna do that
«You gotta pick a job
And you gotta stick to that»
I say «Screw that»
I see right through that
I wanna be famous
But you already knew that
I’m something like a reject
I’ll never be perfect
I am not suspect
I’m just here to work it
I climb to the top
Man, I had to earn it
I don’t feel the pressure
Make it green, like it’s Kermit
I don’t feel pressure
I don’t'- I don’t feel pressure
Life’s looking better
Life’s — Life’s looking better
Do it for my pleasure
Do it- Do it for my pleasure
I don’t feel pressure
I don’t'- I don’t feel pressure
Pressure!
I don’t feel pressure
I don’t feel pressure
I don’t feel pressure
Cool kids but the parents always hated us
Got a white girl, and she snorting angel dust
Mix it up, cuz my ass gotta readjust
Hop in, hit the gas, now we going fast
Waiting for text message, man
I keep blessing
No matter how many white boys
Can’t cure depression
Missing her crazy, missing my baby
And everyone wanna quote something
I said lately