"Pressure" lyrics

My brother stood on all 10 toes and his soul
When he hung up I cried cause he went and cried over the phone
For those dealing with the pressure, I salute you, we are in the zone

What do you know about pressure? Fuck it
Designed to go to war when he was an adolescent
What do you know about pressure? Rub up
Looking at the judge saying life had a sentence
What do you know about pressure? Fuck it
Pray to Allah to get out or get to heaven
What do you know about pressure? Rub up
Got a second shot, he ready to be a legend
Rumble in the jungle, a thriller in Manila
Get killed to be the killer, be a banana or gorilla
I'm built for whatever, I go bananas on a nigga
Crack a head like an egg, then I scramble on a nigga
They say the mean Philly streets will be the death of me
Only the top-tier killers can stand next to me
I got knocked off, they tried to book me indefinitely
But I was boxed up in the clink, chef in the recipe
Turn my pain into a diamond, guess the pressure perfected me
Shot my movie, these crackers could never edit me
Kobe Bryant's pedigree, impeccable bar count
Stand over the body and air him to his skull to bounce

Designed to go to war when he was an adolescent
What do you know about pressure? Rub up
Looking at the judge saying life had a sentence
What do you know about pressure? Fuck it
Pray to Allah to get out or get to heaven
What do you know about pressure? Rub up
Got a second shot, he ready to be a legend
Fuck it
Yeah
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Black stone