Pressure
Clear The Air
[Verse 1: Pressure]
I spit a sentence make a women catch feelings
If she look like she can catch it I won't hesitate to give it
But fuck, dont expect me wife me you up, Pack it up
Best of luck I'mma feed this chick the dick then I'mma duck
Look, it ain't my fault that im this damn fly
Spit that shit that make this bitch do her best job
I know this shit ain't really sweet
But the swisher that im smoking on is making you believe
That these, movies scenes and lights gleam
Can be pristine, beneath the seams, they oh so dirty
For the women that look down on the dudes who braggin bout the hoes we bagging
Know this fonzie hasent chased the pussy since happy days
Ahhh im up on my pimp shit, pimp posture
Smoke somethin bitch!!
On my ugk dreamin bout that woodgrain grip
N that purple that we sip and lit we all slippin

[Hook]
Let me speak this really clear, clear the air
Pretty clear, no need to say that we the fuckin realest here

[Verse 2: BIAS]
No longer incognito the In-Cog-Negro
Just so happens to be stoned like when pebbles thrown
These thrownies wannabe's I oughta be
In my own category, basking in harmony
I hardly see a point to even try
Working so hard to live right only just to die
Decided to live like, this was my last rhyme
N it just dont feel right like dating a ho. Am I right?
Propose a threat bring a pass back like an alley oop
Fakes dont got guns they drive instead of shoot
A man of high calibur sitting between the kits
Cliterous scream shit as I enter this fat dick
Its ridic I'mma mess gone psycho
Fakes coming to fade come get it together its a cycle
Ima rifle fully loaded and cocked
Pause you homophobes im riley in the boondocks