[Intro: Rick Ross]
Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
I pray these n***as understand how passionate the tale is
To get you under my pressure
Richer
I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
To get you under my pressure
Yes, uh
Biggest, you feel me? (M-M-M-Maybach Music)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Godfather with a garden full of snakes
Call Porsche, time to give away a Wraith
Bricks boy, tryna turn 'em into bass
Big boy, I been tryin' buy the Braves
Courtroom soundin' like I'm in the opera
Went and got it, now these n***as wanna knock us
Bitches fallin' 'cause they need a couple dollars
But it ain't a problem 'cause a n***a really got it
Fat boy, rich n***a, with a appetite
Count money all night under the candlelight
Spinnin' vinyl, Teddy P, or is it Lionel?
Not a model, but I know I been your idol
Big bank, sparkin' weed without a lighter
On fire 'cause I'm just a different writer
Practicin' social distance with all these snitch n***as
Guess he jealous 'cause I had his favorite bitch with us
Big bucks, steppin' outta big trucks
Steppin' on my feet, it'll get you fucked up
Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme love
Foot Locker, twenty deep, a n***a spend a dub
G-Wagen for my bitch, that girl go live it up
Death row, that's for these n***as, I'ma hit 'em up
Makaveli, it's All Eyez on Me
Pinkie rings, it's still M.O.B. (M-M-M-Maybach Music)
[Break: Meek Mill]
Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
To get you under my pressure
I've been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
What's up? Cuz (To get you under my pressure)
Let me pop my shit

[Verse 2: Meek MIll]
I can't cry to get no ho back, I can't get my bro back
Knowin' he died about some shit that we did way before rap
Shit, I survived and made it out and I don't wanna go back
So if you really beat them streets, my n***a, then you should know that
I ain't forgettin' where I come from, but I'ma alert that
It's kill or be killed, if they don't kill you, you gon' have to smoke that
In eighth grade, I had a .40, had to learn to work that
Had to learn to tuck that, metal detector, fuck that
We shootin' dice in the bathroom, shoot you out your shoes and lunch pass
We're the ones who would've robbed you, anywhere, you chump ass
She fell in love with a gangsta, say I make her cum fast
I fuck her from the back slow and hit her from the front fast
And now I'm rich, these n***as sick, I'm makin' everyone mad
When I was broke, I'm like, "Where was everyone at?" I'm fuckin' up
When I was out there on that corner, tryna sell a O
Timberlands freezin' in that fuckin' snow, I'm 1-O
Real trapper, grindin' all night, I ain't goin' to sleep
Seen n***as get it, lose it all, just in quarantine
POA checks runnin' low, n***as doin' things
Buy a tracker for your Trackhawk and they tryna put 'em on things
'Member I was trappin', I was strapped and had like four fiends
N***as wanted Chevy, I was young, but I had Porsche dreams
Try to tell my youngins, "Stack this dough, don't buy no more jeans"
And never post his gun when he be postin', but he on lean
And fuck, I'ma really tell him when I was stuck in since like fourteen
He said he into drillin' shit and he ain't got no more dreams
I set him on this million shit, made twenty of 'em, quarantine
And I'ma run this shit back for the whole team, for real
And as the marathon continue, we put n***as on the menu that ain't into what we into
Red beam all on his face, I'm tryna see if n***as Hindu when we aimin' at your headtop
I'm doin' good, I got Reform, I know I'm drawn, but I could still get your man rocked
I can't beef with n***as, I'm too busy in this lamb chop
And I only move with n***as that I with grew up with from sandbox
And n***as know I'm big dog, no Sandlot, for real
Ha (Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
2021, n***a (To get you under)
Survival of the fittest
I meant for survival of the littest, n***a (My pressure), you already know how we comin' (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
The biggest stepper, ha
Meek Milly in this bitch (To get you under my pressure)
I want everything on the plate, fuck you
[Verse 3: Drake]
Yeah, heart just turned purple
Three-sixty up front, it all comes full circle
Class photographs, Sandy had me on my Urkel
(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
Patty Mahomes, 'bout to fall short a couple hunnid
Signed, sealed, delivered, I fucked the notary public
She witnessed me sign off on some undeniable numbers
(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
Yeah, make a set sail in Croatia to get a leverage
Groundskeepers cuttin' the grass and clippin' the hedges
I took two mill' out the cage down in the desert
Matthew Maddox called in the pit boss, double checkin'
"The number's all good, just pay me, I'm at the Rhino"
Real life, the whole fam' goons like Ralo
One truck in front of me, one behind me to follow
Lemme get a lemon pepper order, please
You gotta have the link before you order these
Dockin' jet skis in the Florida Keys
We all grateful for Weezy, but no one more than me
You just found a bottle with the messages
These days, fame is disconnected from excellence
Half the time, I gotta ask n***as what they profession is
Ushered a generation in, these are where my confessions live
(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
I did brunch with the judge we appearin' before
Private villas only, I don't go near a resort
We want everything galore, not just Lira Galore
(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
For real, and my city love me like DeMar DeRozan
I sent her the child support, she sent me the heart emoji
They all say they love me, but they hardly know me
(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
Yeah, dropped him off at school, big day for my lil' man
Recess hits, daddy prolly made another M
School bell rings and I'm out there to get him again
(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
Yeah, teacher-parent meetings, wives get googly-eyed
Regardless of what they husbands do to provide
Askin' if I know Beyoncé and Nicki Minaj
(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
Of course, pull up to the front in the fleet of Suburbans
Flooded French Immersion with the Secret Service
Shit is so obvious, it defeats the purpose
If this is your hobby, then come and meet your maker
Champagne, ring bells in the streets of Jamaica
Started at the crib, look how far this shit'll take ya
Ross sittin' on two hunnid thirty-five acres
(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
And that's facts, Hamdan Mohammed like my third cousin (Facts)
Mansoor Mohammed like my real brother (Facts)
Dubai embrace me like a Emirati (Facts)
All my Rolls-Royces got a different body (Facts)
Mansory, kitted out with every option (Facts)
Lemme know if that's a problem (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
If you got a problem with me, gotta walk around it
Used to say I had 'fore I got it, now I got it all
And bein' honest, I don't really wanna talk about it
And if I didn't have it, wouldn't wanna sulk about it
I had it so long, I don't even celebrate it
Negative thoughts don't even enter my inner matrix
'Magine me still rappin' 'bout if I never made it
(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
Damn, not too many parallels left in our lives
I mean, my crib look bigger through my son's eyes
And the squad look bigger to the young guys
And my dick feel better when you drunk, right?
Spend nighttime starin' at the sunrise
And my diamonds all hittin' like tie-dye
Air Canada Centre n***a when I die
Y'all gon' have to fly in and do your fake cry
First couple rows, you gon' see the real guys
The ones that purchase they vehicles 'cause their trunk size
The ones that look at other rappers like it's lunch time
Watch on my wrist never showed me crunch time
'Cause I ain't never let it come to that one time
To be real, man, I never did one crime
But none of my brothers could caption that line
At all, kill me, that's talent God wasted
Instant noodles, sriracha, I still taste it
When mama was too tired to cook and we had the basics
Instant noodles, sriracha, I still taste it
Now it's a movie, I'm back at Bellag', wasted
N***as love tryna put my back where the walls facin'
Big body frames, wasn't into car racin'
Me and Chubbs drive by, shorty heart racin'
I always end up droppin' the top when it starts rainin'
Livin' in the 6, eight weeks, sun blazin'
After that, the killers just go into hibernation
(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
Damn, rest in peace Dolla Bill
How I get a girl and girls still wanna holla still?
How I'm so famous, gotta live where they hide the hills?
(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
Everybody that survive got survivor's guilt
My label gotta prove they love me, gotta wire mills
My boy kitchen's done, lookin' like a flour mill
You n***as' faces lookin' like you drink sour milk
And your albums like some mothafuckin' fire drills
It's like this shit feels real, but it's never real (Yeah)
[Verse 4: Yung Bleu]
?

[Verse 5: Shordie Shordie]
I'm like
Missing in action, this that double O 7 for
She like this wood I touch her more like the reservoir
Netflix is better, she like we get together boy
Next one then next feel like the living in checkerboard
I got a passion for this, I wrote this tonight
I feel like passing this bitch, me roping the mic
Then drag it out without no care, without no doubt, boy I swear
I whip it out, it's giving looks, she like the curve it make you stare
There's a truth to getting money now it's calm walkdowns
Me and her chill, long walks now
Feed the boy pills, I don't come down
Like why you ain't pick it up when I told you, she like
Oh really, heh heh
Now this next one lil something that you expected
I feel like you expected this out of me, so I'mma give it to you

[Verse 6: Whoopa Wit Da Choppa]
Shit change, that's just some shit you can't complain about
Shit is life, you can't get everything you pray about
Bad intentions intended for me i might just take you out
Im like who i can trust, when all the trust is given out
[?]
[?]
Touchy touchy with situations, gotta feel it out
And i read all my deals before i fill em out
My woman say i don't listen, i try to hear her out
I love my crew Chief Sosa, that's all i care about
I lost Meech to the streets, and im still hurtin now
They see the bands, they see the fans, they think im perfect now
But i just spent three [?] and i ain't hurtin now
Can't wait to call my momma tell her she ain't gotta be workin now
Love my auntie with all my heart, ima buy her a way bigger house
You ain't talking about no money, tell me what the fuck you talking about
They say life is what you make it right? seems like you only get respect if you take a life
At least if they think you did, these n***as faking like
I ain't know them since high school, when they was tryna do right
You was in the school, i was skipping school, been a fool with that tool, they know what we do
Seems like since this shit poppin, everybody cool
Bodies droppin, now everybody wannabe cool
You ever been with ya mans, he seen a opp and he ain't blast?
Now you looking at that n***a wondering if he got ya back
Yo dawg could be up a 100, and he won't give yo ass stack
Yo girl work a 9 to 5, and she'll give you her last
They say you can't question god, would i be wrong if i ask?
Lord what can i do, just to get my n***as back?
Cuz i know if it was you, you'll do whatver he ask
I lost 5 to this shit, and all he wanted was stacks
JSO tryna harass me, scared to give my id when they ask, they might blast me
Ain't never been no hater, i pray all my n***as pass me
Still tryna get back, fuck this rap, im in the backseat
Going through with my baby mama, tryna be a better daddy
But my son know i love him, whatever he want, he can ask me
Buy him everything, but he don't know it came from daddy
I just want something, i don't care if she average
Mo money mo problems, they ain't lie about that
Let the past be the past, you can't cry about that
How the fuck yo dawg die, and you don't slide about dat?
Now n***as smoking on yo homie, shit he just a loud pack
When i lost lil Shug, i lost my best friend
At my wedding, shit you would've been my best man
Tell me how suppose to cope with all these deaths man?
I done tried everything, i even tried xans
Pain and pressure, fame teach you a lesson
I texted Meechy that night, i wish he would've listened
I was with Leeke that night, before that bullshit happened
See a opp its on sight, n***as know i ain't just rappin

[Verse 7: No Fatigue]
I can't sit and stall like a restroom
Like playing chess I’m tryna make the correct moves
Moving closer to my vision like pressed zoom
See rain and blessings, they start changing expressions
Showing love in your face but I see the deception
Wonder what you can do but not bringing investments
That’s when people start to hating you created a exit
Getting money made me social but I’m anti
Youngeen blew up front he dirt ,fuck a land mine
Many n***as couldn't touch me wit my hands tied
Money talk Chris tucker, shit my friends died
Bro told me n***as hatin got em mad as shit, cuz I’m knee deep in his bitch no Kaepernick, make her cum first like a beverage then I’m after it
Been to so many funerals shit I’m numb to it , you know it’s real when everybody bringing guns to it
Fake love always got sum to it, bitch on me keep it 100 cuz you thumb through it
Knowkng she a trackstar if you run through it
Learned from every situation shit I thug through it
The truth hurt it’s like karma it always come to it
Everything I say is real, I ain’t cappin to you ,when they put me in that hearse riding passenger to
Even tho I don’t go nowhere unprotected ,knowing that it’s you
N***as want smoke I’ll have my dogs come after your roof
Die like Apollo when it rain chasing after your coupe
Don’t let no snake sit in yo circle they after the loot
Cross you ,no Bishop you know how n***as act for the juice
N***as be hoes ,I ain’t trippin they actions is proof
Feel like the devil taking over when the pain at it’s max ,I been crossed before ,fuck the pain in my back
Ain’t the type to play in the front imma play in the back
Love and hate the world moving emotion
Self driven and my heart is the motor, I come right back everytime when they thought it was over
Get a check like the billing me ,you know that I’m focused
Chrome heart how I move of top ,put my heart in a jar you get screwed off top
N***as really informants yeah they move off cops
Gotta play yo position we don’t move off spots
I be chillin wit the gangstas while they make scenes
Working my tool the only time they hear drake sing
Slide on em, mask on keep my face clean
N***as know when we draw we erase things

[Verse 8: Montana of 300]
Walked in that court room not knowing I ran out of luck
500 push ups and sit-ups ,dips on that bottom bunk
We conversat through the ? That’s how we chopped it up
Laid down at night counting days until my time was up
While reminiscing bout random bitches I don fucked
The reckless shit I did as a youngeen lettin them choppas bust
You got killed ,and nobody could live for you, huh
How many going stop by to check on yo kids fa you
People claiming y’all was cool but ain’t never did shit for you
You been dead for how long and nobody slide for you huh
Rap god you know I’m more then a lyricist
What would you lie for independents they ain’t as lit as this, uh
I might pull up foreign, no immigrant
Thumbing threw hundreds on pussy n***as you clitoris, uh
All you see is locks and Benjamins
That choppa on my lap, dummy watch your mouth no ventriloquist
Remember what I said cause when one of you end up dead the only way your friends and family going see you is when they reminisce
(If you know, you know n***a)
You pray to god but he never replied to you, huh
Don’t be surprised if Jesus didn’t die for you
Lies are never hard to find, it’s the truth that they hide from you
Love you hate you turn your cheek ,that shit only applies to you, huh
Jealous suppressor don’t want us asking questions
But I guess when your a slave you going eat what they slide to you huh
(A motherfucker with money, is a motherfucker with options [?] had none of that shit)
You was his rider his baby his little freak, huh
You cooked for him ,you gave him some place to sleep, huh
That n***a told you he live you thought it was sweet ,huh
That night left when you helped him get on his feet, huh
You sittin wondering, why do yo man cheat, huh
You staring a him want punch him up in his sleep. huh
(Don't hurt em baby)
That’s yo mans huh , until you up in them handcuffs
Hey jammed up ,you going find out he was a standup
You know he got it was flexing it on the gram, huh
Now that you need you need a lawyer, then n***as won’t put them bands up
You pointing fingers you feeling like fuck the world huh
You feeling cheated how no ones fucking yo girl, huh
Can't take advice but take money when you need help huh
Or you the type to blame everyone but yourself huh
(It hurt to look in that mirror some days, your supposed to cherish good people, but you wanna use em)
Grind even harder whenever you think your gears stuck
I wrote a song for my momma that made me tear up
Every line that I give you is pure cut
This shit you hearing so cold your gonna need earmuffs
(Rap God album on the way n***a)
Life’s a heartless bitch and she ain’t never played fair I don feel a couple times but never laid there
Never give up and see it through
The same day you plant the fruit ,ain’t the same day that you eat the fruit
Rap god all these rappers know he the truth
Put us on the same beat and I’ll promise you’ll see the proof
(And then Kanye was like "[?]")
Sincerely, me to you
Got racks stashed it ain't shit to put on that black mask
If I pull up imma make em pay like they catch cabs
Been back stabed ,fall through that fire like backdraft
You not the truth if you scared to go through some backlash
(You gotta understand not everybody always wanna be with you)
And to the women, it ain’t about who got better sex
Just know that men tend to rather rest where they never stress
Watching my goddes with admiration she hella blessed
And ain’t got shit to hide when she in my presence she never dressed
Been giving gems front the heart just call me treasure chest
And when I’m gone dead and gone just okay my music and watch me Resurrect
Better yet ,god ain’t made a rapper who better yet
Always first place on these tracks n***a don’t second guess
I’m Wayne and baby ,Tom Brady and Bill Belichick
Y’all know I been don had bars like where the felons at
Gotta stay woke cause I know the devil ain’t never slept
Learn from losses, that’s where the lessons at
Stay in yo place before I wet up wherever n***as set is at
All they going see is red once I air a n***a no speeding check, fuck all his homies I kill em if n***as ever step
They Disappear cuz they shock n***as that’s etch a sketch
(I know thats a cold line, but thats facts)
That’s on my soul them nigh as cappas ,I been a steppa
I’m in the A wit the trey I feel like I’m ?
Me and my sticks always stick together I’m wit whatever
Plus wit this Beretta I’m comfortable as a Christmas sweater
Balling on the net like I’m Richard Jefferson ,rich forever
Yes I’m going to ball with my bitch n***a that’s cinderella
Kiss that Pearl tongue I can make yo bitch french vanilla
It’s messages in these bar just like a prison letter
You’ll be surprised at who gettin mad while you gettin better
Hatters so sick ,if I go to jail they’ll be feeling better
Never been a rat,even tho my oops can't spin a shredder
Yeah I’m the rapper these nights scared of I been ahead of them in every beat I remix ,I did it better
Debates over harolds with homie about who chicken better
Go tell yo family Montana just ate that lemon pepper

[Verse 9: Toosii]
Wonder when you gon' notice I'm no good for you
Lover boy but on tracks I'm too hood for you
Reality check, my checks in reality
And it's gon' take shots of Patrón or D'USSÉ just to [?] me
I know, yeah
Meanwhile I been mean for a while my mama said
We was homeless, not hobos
Now the crib got guest rooms and bae like her Stella Rossa gold
Jewelry for the jewelry, I like a lil' bit of wine and dining
Money make tears evaporate when I see her crying
Next batter up to pitch change like [?]
I came from the slums, I'll show you how to turn dirt to diamonds
They want me to smile 'bout the fact I tried it
Acting way before that I wasn't going hard regardless
Dot my I's and I cross my T's
Make sure every step right, put bulletproof on the SUV's
Still
Still they make a target, that was irregardless
The ones with the most feelings, they gon' swear they heartless
Fell in love with the architects though I'm the artist
I just mean the people that build with me and kept it flawless
I was light years ahead even inside my darkest
You can say I'm confident, you can never say I'm a narcissist
I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
To get you under my pressure
I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
To get you under my pressure
I don't do opps, I'm the opp if you ask me
Always been that n***a that hope that my homies pass me
Life was moving slow like the color that's on a taxi
I told my coach that I made it, n***a told me, "Wow, actually"
Know I’ll marry Sam, not Kate and Ashley
Jack of all trades, I still be where the jacks be
N***as chicken just like the logo on Zaxby's
You ain't never got to take from me, all you gotta do is ask me
From the hood but I try to keep it classy
N***as bitches don't argue, they just get a lil' sassy
I don't argue back, it's a thirty round where the MAG be
And a banana clip, a smiley face, my trigger finger happy
Ask me how I got here, I told 'em I want it badly
Wanted to be just like my daddy
Now I'm more than my daddy
Bitches be tryna trap me, aw nah I’m not the pappy
The slip pink like my girl favorite color
Knowledge, wisdom, and power, baby boy, guns and butter
Sweet to my girl, so really it's guns and roses
The Moët just like the Red Sea, I'm a prophet like Moses
Yeah, I'm a prophet like Moses
I really could've kept going too

[Verse 10: Don Q]
New deals, new situations
Few years I was sitting patient, it had me feeling anxious
And now they got that sour look, I see it in they faces
Before I knew how sour look, I used to get the haze in
On the real with some shit that I need to discuss
Its people I love but, we ain't been keeping in touch
Even me and artist ain't been speaking too much
Ain't no reason, but i'm still here if he needed a crutch
And i'm back off a hiatus
Kill em like a drive by, when I drive by haters
All I hear is haha, well laugh now cry later
Coming out of NY, we the home of crime raisers
I got that get a n***a lined paper
While i'm home teaching my daughter her times tables
N***a's get a buzz and try and run and find labels
You better independent just see where your grind take you
Speaking of labels I had my own issues wit em
Ain't see my vision I felt like I wasn't fitting wit em
Ill still pull up on the old timers and kick it wit em
They tell me about they old times and i'm just getting wisdom
And I listen closely
It hit me when they told me that the ones smiling be the ones that's prolly quick to toast me
I'm back seat of the double R sitting cozy
Louie pouch full of racks hop out the car with a trophy
Its time to turn the fire on lets get the flame lit
N***a's putting wires on to get they gang pitched
I'm still posting firearms on that same strip
(same strip n***a, talk to em)
Where im from kids never believed in Saint Nick
Cause they mothers was strung out and they can't quit
Still depositing ask the tellers I bank with
Going out for dinner there's millionaires at the banquet, n***a
(n***a's must've forget, i'm still him)
All the good times is dead, word to James Evans
Cause every time I see the news its when the pain set in
Every time I hit the booth its like a game 7
And every time you n***as move I see you fake steppin
My hood got me to the end I remain legend
Trap n***as die and we go to cocaine heaven
...
(yeah uh
Ima just stop
Keep going man
Y'all know I do man, don)

[Verse 11: Doctur Dot]
LOL, SMH, here we go again
If you broke, you need better friends
I'd rather offend before I pretend
These n***as be fake, I don't be convinced
Fuck a bad bitch, she was built like she came in a kit
Come to think, the parts probably did
Wanna know where I been, with the mollies and shit, Brittany Howard and shit
Then I'm back on Old Nat, n***as hop in the mentions
All this back and forth action, feel like Pac in the trenches
Get the documents ready 'cause we gon' profit with this one
Get the troops at attention, stay tapped in with the balance
Can't be moved from my center, rather dead than be average
Rather dead than be average, it's the premium package
My bitch look like Janet, life don't come with a filter
If you don't know you an animal then you won't understand it
N***as swear by the morals until they cold with they family
I'm telling ya, degrees celsius
The music carried us to legendary areas
My passport a slut, yours need his cherry bust
N***as on the block livin' vicarious
We gon' get that shit expunged, you gon' be there with us
I been hurt so much, now the pain is hilarious
N***as swear they special but the RIP regular
We becoming expendable just for being accessible

[Break: Doctur Dot]
I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin' (That shit unacceptable)
To get you under my pressure (Ah-ah)
I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
To get you under my pressure

[Verse 12: Johnny Venus]
As I press record the rain starts to pour
Dot called and said I should bare it all
How I been dealin' with the passing of my pa
How God always seems to add another straw
How I hit the road and pass the passport like
A hundred thousand times but I never stop to pause
Q with me, I can hear it in his calls
We missing Mac but we try to shake it off
We came at that right time, the crossing of lifelines
So like the tears, ink starts to fall
Rewrite the history you witnessin'
Hampton U, twelve-to-two things, I was missing 'em
Too busy envisionin'
Thinking 'bout my brother, got his wings in 2010
The year was '05, you should've seen us back then
Rappin' over school lunch tables, murder beats with the pen
Release date is what I'm waitin' on
Interscope gotta crunch the numbers
This industry is flooded with mindless muddles 'cause lies sell
The ugly truth might not bring in the money
Don't they know it's real shit the people want?
A pause from the pill pop prescription junk
Still humble as a mumble rapper
Still hungry for the same shit Lebron after (Greatness)
Still rootin' for the city's number one trapper
Who made it out the barrel, turned around and sent down the ladder
Y'all n***as gon' make me act a fuckin' whole bastard
Lose my religion, start stacking up some cold caskets
Huh

[Verse 13: Rod Wave]

[Outro]
Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
To get you under my pressure
I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
To get you under my pressure