In a whirlwind of relentless bravado and raw introspection, $NOT delves into the complexities of his fast-paced lifestyle. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of navigating fame's demands while grappling with personal integrity and relationships. From flaunting wealth like Bill Gates to confronting the shadows in his conscience, $NOT captures the essence of living under constant scrutiny and 'pressure.' Each verse is a chaotic blend of pride and vulnerability, showcasing his journey through success's highs and lows. #HipHopRealness #UnderPressure
PRESSURE
Lyrics
Hi, Kevin
I'm in, uh, a fucking (duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh)
Trench coat
Yeah, ayy, yeah
Okay, under pressure momma, there go the kid (ayy)
Nigga like me cannot fuck on no bitch (ha-ha)
Black tint, black fit, shit
Rented cars, scammin', card flips (yeah)
Kick a nigga ass, aw shit (aw shit)
Bitches talkin' shit, nonsense
Fake shit all up in my conscience
Nigga stumble, crumble like a Ritz
Blade cut, slice your bitch hips (ah)
Smoke a nigga like a fuckin' ash
Two twins, Mary-Kate, Ash' (yeah)
Two dicks up a bitches ass
My dick, my Glock, girl (uh)
That's what I mean by that (yeah)
Give you diamonds, give you fuckin' pearls (what's up?)
Two steps and then we fuck and twirl
Swindle my fingers through your curls (ah)
Baby girl, you my fuckin' world (uh)
You could leave 'cause you comin' back
I don't need you, bitch, get back (uh-huh)
Put the money in the duffle bag
Off White, 'til it's off white (yeah)
Need a cheese, let me take a bite (uh)
Got the rocket, let me take flight
If you do decide to leave
You will not be allowed access back on board and parachutes are not included
Ha-ha-ha
Fettuccine on my fucking plate (ayy)
Gettin' money like Bill Gates (yeah)
Bro caught a first (?) (Yeah)
Mix the lean with the soft drink (ah)
Gold chains, keep a heart link
Nigga what you talking? What you think? (Ayy)
Big bank take lil' bank (yeah)
Drippin' like the Poland water spring
Diamonds ice cold, pinky ring (bitch)
Niggas bitches use Maybelline
You a queen, bitch I'm a king
Okay, under pressure momma, there go the kid (ayy)
Nigga like me cannot fuck on no bitch (ha-ha)
Black tint, black fit, shit
Rented cars, scammin', card flips (yeah)
Kick a nigga ass, aw shit (aw shit)
Bitches talkin' shit, nonsense
Fake shit all up in my conscience
Nigga stumble, crumble like a Ritz
Pussy-ass niggas, hah
Alright, it's over, hah, ha-ha, let me hear it
Writer(s): Edy Edouard
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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