A little more pressure baby
That’s how my momma raised me
This why my grand momma saved
I’m countin up racks while the tears fall
It’s fuck you pay me
That’s that shit that made me
I gotta decline lil baby

A little more pressure baby
Cut off the maybes
I gave em a chance
It’s nothing personal
It’s outta my hands
If it wasn’t for this
I’d be in yo house
Robbin yo shit
Hip hop saved me
A little more pressure baby


Lil dirty n***a
In a Clean ass fit
Bad boy on my isiah shit
Faded I need that
Lane assistance
Bottle where my stainless is
Quit callin you ain’t changin shit
Ima run down and bang lil bitch
You ain’t savage if you need activist
I wokе like dis
Money on my eyеlids
I motivate all my guys’s
And yeah the hook cost a rack bitch
Ima put blood and sweat and tears
All over it
A little more pressure baby

Cut off the maybes
I gave em a chance
It’s nothing personal
It’s outta my hands
If it wasn’t for this
I’d be in yo house
Robbin yo shit
Hip hop saved me
A little more pressure baby

A little pressure
Know I’m a steppa
Know that the racks don’t fold
I don’t let ‘em
Know I let my stick go
Hit several
I need a down ass bitch from the ghetto
Shoot first
Hello
N***a don’t rock no metal
N***as ain’t drop nothing special
N***a you tellin
And the shots won’t let up
I run up and feed em wit hella
Nothing to prove
Giving em food
Thuggin Forreal
Im comfortable too
I keep the steel
While you keep it coo
I’m in the field while you be in school
I cannot squeal
I follow the rules
Know that they old
Won’t fit in my shoes
Im from the slums
The reason I’m rude
Im from the slums
Free bro from the deuce
It’s nothing personal
It’s outta my hands
If it wasn’t for this
I’d be in yo house
Robbin yo shit
Hip hop saved me
A little more pressure baby