ROM3///PR3SSUR3

Bitch you guessed it (bitch you guessed it)

I am under pressure (I'm under pressure)

I feel depressed, then exceptional in quick succession

Quick success can get into your head if you let it

And I am no exception

I had a song go nuts and then I stopped writing for like a month

I had a song go bust and I almost gave up

I wrote a dozen motherfucking 16s

And I couldn't shake the feeling I was stagnating

Couldn't shake the fucking feeling that

The people in my circle wanna hurt me

Seeing Visions of me 6 feet in the dirt and y'all dispersing

(Holy shit did you just use the word 'dispersing' in a rap?)

(Yo this bitch nerdy on god)

Ok that's fair, but I'm worried about hitting a plateau

But instead of working harder I might smoke a fat bowl

And get all in my head,

Talmbout "I'll never be shit"

I avoid the thing I love the most in life bc I know that

I could be successful if I let myself feel welcome

Everybody say I'm special

But half the people that I meet are selfish

They just got something to sell me

They just sending instrumentals

Sometimes it's ghostwriters hittin my line

Like "please can I help you?" (Man fuck a ghostwriter)

And I tell em "fuck off"

Leave me bee (buzz off)

Girlies in my DMs tryna scissor

Act surprised when they get cut off

Rappers ride my dick, and they tryna ride my coattails

I just Tell 'em "oh well"

I just wish that I could fly straight

But I got a lot of dead weight

I'm under pressure

Bitch you guessed it (bitch you guessed it)

I am under pressure (under pressure)

I feel depressed, then exceptional in quick succession

Quick success can get into your head if you let it

And I am no exception