[Intro: Keith Sweat]
Telephone, two way pager, cell phone, e-mail, fax, home mail gram
Telephone, two way pager, cell phone, e-mail, fax, home mail gram
Telephone, two way pager, cell phone, e-mail, fax, home mail gram

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Ayy, don't we all love beautiful things?
We love when the sun shine, but don't we hate when it rain?
What's joy without pain? Even though I still complain
I can't be sittin' on my ass, but I'm beggin' for change
See I can't dwell on my past, I gotta prepare for thе change
I gotta keep my circle tight, gotta stay away from thesе lames
I wanted money over fame, but I got rich and famous
I made a vow to stay the same but all these n***as changin'
Where the fuck you was when we were ridin' 'round, hittin' banks?
Had to put my feelings to the side 'cause all these n***as shady
I done cried a thousand times, I ain't never cried in no Mercedes
I think the last time I cried I lost my ol' lady, yeah

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Love is somethin' you can't control, I came back to let you know
I ain't put no pressure on you, I ain't put no pressure on you
Fuck me good and then I'm gone, I came back to let you know
I ain't put no pressure on you, I ain't put no pressure on you

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Baby face, he gon' hop out blammin with Arabian K
Bet not double dribble, you get riddled as we fade away (Uh)
Made a way, nothin' from my gangsta you could take away
I brung it back to fourth and included killers in on every play
Catch a case
He ain't built for prison, bitch I bet he break
Bet he brings your name up as the shooter, let that resonate
Premeditated murder on my mind, that shit like e'ryday
Liquidate my trophies just to see the homies levitate
Move mama outta section 8, them blessings came we blessed the game
Respect the game for what it's worth, we put in work and made it work
Forever I'ma bang the turf, see ya suck a spank him first
One of the homies died the only time you see the gang in church
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Love is somethin' you can't control, I came back to let you know
I ain't put no pressure on you, I ain't put no pressure on you
Fuck me good and then I'm gone, I came back to let you know
I ain't put no pressure on you, I ain't put no pressure on you

[Outro: Keith Sweat]
Telephone, two way pager, cell phone, e-mail, fax, home mail gram
Telephone, two way pager, cell phone, e-mail, fax, home mail gram