CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Pressure
(Are you f**king c**ts listening? I don't wanna f**king do this anymore!
It's too much... f**k!
Lately I feel this pressure on my chest, I swear it wants to get the best of me
I just need a sec to breathe sometimes, but there's so many hands out, so many mouths to feed. Who the f**k am I to deny that sh*t? True?
The whole ship sinks when I quit. I will always feed my people. I will never go ghost. Never. Where I'm from, they know me.)
I got big respect on my name
How's my crew all eating, he ain't cheffin' his matеs
I ain't come with violence if thеre's debts to be paid
I stay silent, keep em working for the rest of their days
But fix it up lad, eetswah, let's get this pay
All this extra sh*t talking that just gets to my brain
Makes me scheme like a villain, mask up like i'm Bane
Can't mask all this pain, I can't ask for my mates
We on cyphers, can't even answer our names
Keeps me awake, knowing that I'm half of the blame
We come from nothing lad, we aren't gonna change
And if I stop now what will I do after the fame?
I could harp on for days and my heart is gon' flame
So I could write another song, yeah I'm the master of pain
But I found this b*t*h's lipstick hit list and tonight I'm about to mark off my name
I feel this pressure getting the best of me
Too many people to feed, I just know one recipe
Let me get a sec to breathe
f**k the section beef, my biggest opp myself but now I'm dead to me
I feel this pressure getting the best of me
Too many people to feed, I just know one recipe
Let me get a sec to breathe
f**k the section beef, my biggest opp myself now I'm dead to people
It's too much... f**k!
Lately I feel this pressure on my chest, I swear it wants to get the best of me
I just need a sec to breathe sometimes, but there's so many hands out, so many mouths to feed. Who the f**k am I to deny that sh*t? True?
The whole ship sinks when I quit. I will always feed my people. I will never go ghost. Never. Where I'm from, they know me.)
I got big respect on my name
How's my crew all eating, he ain't cheffin' his matеs
I ain't come with violence if thеre's debts to be paid
I stay silent, keep em working for the rest of their days
But fix it up lad, eetswah, let's get this pay
All this extra sh*t talking that just gets to my brain
Makes me scheme like a villain, mask up like i'm Bane
Can't mask all this pain, I can't ask for my mates
We on cyphers, can't even answer our names
Keeps me awake, knowing that I'm half of the blame
We come from nothing lad, we aren't gonna change
And if I stop now what will I do after the fame?
I could harp on for days and my heart is gon' flame
So I could write another song, yeah I'm the master of pain
But I found this b*t*h's lipstick hit list and tonight I'm about to mark off my name
I feel this pressure getting the best of me
Too many people to feed, I just know one recipe
Let me get a sec to breathe
f**k the section beef, my biggest opp myself but now I'm dead to me
I feel this pressure getting the best of me
Too many people to feed, I just know one recipe
Let me get a sec to breathe
f**k the section beef, my biggest opp myself now I'm dead to people
