"Pressure" lyrics

Alright, what time is it?
It's 2:55 AM
December 9th, 2020
Worst fuckin' year ever
I just wrote a whole bunch of shit
This is the last song on the album Pressure
We're gonna– fuck it
I'ma name this "Pressure"
Rap like this

True story, I ain't gotta lie in here
Every rapper that I wanted on this album died this year
Damn shame, rap game a fuckin' mess
They ain't playin' fuckin' chess, but they aimin' for your chest
They got AR's, pistols, TECs
You'll be naked from your neck down
Layin' on that table wet, what now?
Put 'em on that t-shirt, wear it for respect
That metal don't deflect, better sit back and reflect, check
You ain't heard from him, rather have him here in person
Yeah, it hurts when he's layin' in that hearse
That bitch only got one gear, ain't no reversin'
Ain't no comin' back from that, don't bother searchin'
Swervin' through the lanes, nah, I ain't perfect
Middle finger in the air, bitch, you deserve it
Speakin' on bitches, they can get hard dick and bubblegum
And I'm all out of bubblegum
Yeah, I'm troublesome, had my trouble with the law, fist involved
Fought a cop, shipped me off to prison yards
Shit was soft, all I did was fight and flick 'em off
Your people come to visit, got a coffin, lift your balls
Spread your ass, hit you with that mag flashlight
Feel the heat on your cheeks, that shit make you mad, right?
I told my people, "Don't visit me no more
I'ma beat up a C.O., I'ma kill me a cholo" – hold up
Lost my train of thought, these rappers pussy trainin', bruh
You get killed fuckin' with me, I'm '80s raw
You just AIDS cough, prayin' soft babies off
I'm just Braveheart, you robbed Peter to pay Paul
Your girl got a OnlyFans, that shit make me hard
She take her clothes off anytime I make a call
Fake ass, fake tits, fake nails, fly her out, fuck her raw
Take her bougie ass to the mall
And you think you the man of the house? Nah
Big old elephant standing on your chest, put you on a stretcher
That shit is pressure
Can't pay your rent, bust down a kilo on your desk
Got a gun on the dresser, that shit is pressure
Try and say my name in vain like that's gonna go your way
I bring extra
Goonies and some hand grenades, shotguns with the barrel shaved
Monkey nuts out the AKs, blow a hole right through your face
That shit is pressure

I just wanna say thank you to my friends Ryan Upchurch
Struggle Jennings, Jellyroll, and Bravo Gator
Without those guys, I would've quit rappin'
Now we're goin' to Nashville
And me and Struggle are doin' Legends 2