The AJ Kid - Pressure on Destiny Lyrics

I'm just an AJ stoner
Got my G. E. Diploma
I'm from the gutter splitting oz bags and gettin' quarters

Yeah I'm'a flip this by the morning
Yo I'm'a be rich in a minute
Yo, I had that business, you bought it
Yo, I got that whip 'cause I'm wit' it
I'm cadillac grippin', I'm sinning
Deville in my will when I'm finished
Yeah I'm'a come f*ck up your city
Them twelves in my trunk, I'm a menace
No I ain't got nothin' for none of ya'll
I shoot a rapper, no gun involved
Baking your brain, ain't no drug, it's a hunnid out
I'm from the state where the sun is tall, AZ the underdogs
I'm strait out the trap where they slung it all
Four eight oh, pills, weed, amphetamines, dumb 'em out
Fund us don't run ya mouth, I was a gutter child
I ain't got no control, I get to runnin' wild
I take a fifth to the face, get to jumpin' like this was a stadium packed full
I take a pistol and wave, get to dumpin' in all of they craniums, that's cool
I got the skill and they hatin' it, I keep it real homie, why you be fakin' shit?
Why you be late on rent? I got the hang of it
I got to slangin' shit, I brought that banger shit
I never ate, got my plate in here
I gotta take what I came to get
Living in shade and I'm wide awake
I'm down to ride and I'll die today
I catch a body, I'll hide away
I'm'a be honest I'm high again
I hit that pipe with that fire, that killer inside of me filling my diaphragm

Hold up a minute I think that they testing me, I know the recipe rest in me
I told the homies, invest in me, get all this cheddar put pressure on destiny
Yesterday we ain't have anything
No yesterday we ain't have anything

I came out The Junction so ornery
F*ck all this hunger, I feed on economy
Pockets be hollow, no funds in my wallet
These dollars be calling, they hollering "follow me"
Damn it, that's poverty, poverty sitting on top of me, I need to lift it
Hand me milli, I'm gifted
Give a zip and I'll flip it for interest
Get up, I get up, I got to leave
Andale, got to go kill all my enemies
Load up the clip, gettin' dinner, I'm finna eat
Energy enter me bitter with Hennessy
I smoke out the bowl, call it pottery
I'm lighting up La like "The Carter III"
Raping the game with the sodomy
Tell all these rappers to get the f*ck out of here
Somebody call in a medic, he sawed to confetti a mess of pathetic ones
Shot 'em all dead in the back of the head with the hammer and lead like he said he would
Light 'em up, light 'em up, welcome to Hell: land of the failed and the felonies
Demon's be telling me, "sell 'em my soul, get that cheddar or never leave"
When will it ever end?
Devilish thoughts in my head again, heaven-sent medicine, resting, my neck is bent
Who is you messing with?
You chose the best in this
I ain't just clever; possessed, need an exorcist
You think you next? Well you next to this
Tell a friend you think I'm excellent
Pull your bitch strait out my messages
Send a check, I got some debts to rid

Hold up a minute I think that they testing me, I know the recipe rest in me
I told the homies invest in me, get all this cheddar put pressure on destiny
Yesterday we ain't have anything
No yesterday we ain't have anything

No yesterday we ain't have anything
Carried the groceries, no minivan, in the wind
Anything sentiment, lose it and start it fresh
Don't get attached if your heart can not guard attack
I built up ammo for war in my blood, I be pumping these rhymes out my arteries
I watched the world fall apart all around me 'til all of these drugs became part of me
Damn it's so hard to be me, I be thinking I'm on to me
Gone to be working a job never really been fond of me
I'd rather stick up a bastard for quarters for laundry
F*ck up the stage, I'm a killer, I told you my rhymes ain't no nursery f*ck-shit
I could go back to that dealing and make me some surgery money on buck shit
Back to that stupid no cunt from a bitch 'til you show her that re-up and stunt shit
Packing that smoke in my lungs 'til I'm coughing up blood, downing liquor in public