Pressure

It aint no pressure

Brought your mans out, on that stretcher

You gon lose your life, keep tryna impress her

Keep your hand out, boy dont block your blessings

In my city im the man now, i dont gotta stress that

We at the party, said your name and i forget that

I couldn't do it by myself, i gotta give back

Surprise in the trunk i got the gift wrapped

In the stu, we could snap, like a kit kat

Black & white, on the fit, like a throwback

Off white, with the colors, its a mix match

I was down bad, broke down, train wreck

I got feelings in my mind i cant contain that

This shit engraved in my mind just like a brain tat

You dont ever think, bitch where is your brains at

I got nice hair, bald head, braids back

Niggas writing articles with no research, fuck that

But its good, it aint no pressure

It aint no pressure

You gon lose your life, keep tryna impress her

Brought your mans out, carried on a stretcher

It aint no pressure

Brought your mans out, carried on a stretcher

You gon lose your life

Keep tryna impress her

I might just forget her

I might have to jet her