[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
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 shit, 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 bottle 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.

[Chorus]
The pressure is on
I said the pressure's on
The pressure is on
I said the pressure's on
The pressure is on
I said the pressure's on
The pressure is on
I said the pressure's on
[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
See, The Pressure ret everywhere/er 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 pass this like classes, I took at Curtiss Magnet
I remember one time one of the homies had a black burner in a black jacket
Shit, who predicted he'd get hit before twenty one
Blackjack it is, trying to count your cards quicker than us
I'm air tight never flinch when the

[Chorus]
The pressure is on
I said the pressure's on
The pressure is on
I said the pressure's on
The pressure is on
I said the pressure's on
The pressure is on
I said the pressure's on
[Verse 3: 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 shit
Shit, he don't know how it feel to see your homie's cap peeled by the black steel, for real
I can still see the blood spill, it's ill, it's ugly nasty
Uh, still keep the can/cannon in the back seat
What, puffin' the blunt, fully trucked
For any n***a that wanna lay on the dust in the ford trucks
Trust, I ain't with the B.S., I'm out the E.S.,
With a bad bitch
Pro Club 1X tall, no v-neck
Show me where the cheese at, I ain't talkin' Cheese-Its
Use to serve rocks in the lot, Al Paci-ess
Now I crush mics on the song
Life's a gamble plus a n***a never fold when the

[Chorus]
The pressure is on
I said the pressure's on
The pressure is on
I said the pressure's on
The pressure is on
I said the pressure's on
The pressure is on
I said the pressure's on
[Outro: Ab-Soul]
Ah, yeah
Roll up that OG, pop that OE
Aha, know how we do my nig'
TDE, top notch, Soul!

No pressure
Booty-bye-ba
One West