Pressure

Secured my goat status
Right before I hit 21
I had no balance
Right before I lit up a blunt
I should’ve known better
Did this shit for more cheddar
I was a go getter
It feels like my soul fed up
It feels like it’s way too much pressure
Way too much pressure
Way too much pressure
Way too much pressure
Really I’m tired of waiting for shit
So I told my nigga we picking up bricks
Felt like soul yeah it didn’t exist
Only thing missing was holding a grip
I should’ve known it would end up like this
I should’ve known it would end up like this
I should’ve known I would live in a traphouse
10 shawties thy talking bout kids they ringing me up
Fake niggas not allowd in the cut
Fake Niggas always getting the cut
Take money never getting a cut
And fake shawties always getting the cut
And when I pull up in the mf crib
All you niggas mehn you know what it is
Trap bumping from the first to the fifth
And Uber shawties never getting a lift