Whackstreet - Pressure Lyrics

Yeah
Hype
Pressure on my chest yeah I feel it push down
Push down push down
I feel it push down
Pressure on my chest yeah I feel it push down
Push down push down
Yeah, yeah I feel it push down

Pressure on my chest yeah I feel it push down
IG live and direct on my way to the crown
Thinking you a joker but you just a class clown
I'll be making moves till I am a cash cow
Don't know how to lose so I've never held an L
Rolling in the deep till I'm winning like Adele
Carried by a trend there's no wind in your sails
Live on a set like I'm Christian I Bale
Levels when I do it I don't believe in average
Escalators broke but still you staying stagnant
You the type to mos def fail mathematics
I'm the type of rapper ya cite in all your classics
So much greatness every time that hype write
I'm the shooting star that hit make you go night night
Scared of what might do next you need a night light
I'm Freddie, Mike, and Jason who ready for fright night
Uh yeah
Every night's a fright night
Till I hit the billboard that's where the life's right
Running from my demons a ten-speed that's my bike
Till I hit the bottle
Yo pedal straight
I can't write
Damn looks like I hit the ground running
Reached my twilight early I might be Ed Cullen
Coming for the top I won't be outdone and won't be outworked and won't be outrun and
You following the burn on the track that I ran
Pressure pile up till I roar like Aslan
King of the jungle the rap games my land
My feature got a few I'm in such high demand
People paying money just to make you stop
Leave that beat on the ground when you let it drop
Don't dare pick it up and make another flop cause the work I'm putting out your never gonna top

Yeah I feel the pressure push down
Heavy is the head of the one who wears the crown
I don't got no time for fake shit
I don't got no time for fake shit
Yeah I feel the pressure push down
Heavy is the head of the one who wears the crown
I don't got no time for fake shit
I don't got no time for fake shit

Hit a bitch like lightning I never strike twice
Ain't rich but I write gold bars in the night
Ain't hitched but I might engage with your wife
I'm hip but you cant hop for your damn life
Keep ya f*cking mask on Karen
I'm making you and your daughter disappear just like the Baron
I'm cutting these pussys up and then making their asses barren
I sniff some top gear then drive in a Mclarren (no he don't)
Ain't passed my test but I'm from Donegal so I can go and crash and get someone involved
Yeah these pubs like the hoes they're keeping it closed till I buy some food then in I go
And oh I know that I'm so cold my dick is froze from wicked flows
You don't like me then go stay home and tweet whack street from your phone

Yeah I feel the pressure push down
Heavy is the head of the one who wears the crown
I don't got no time for fake shit
I don't got no time for fake shit
Yeah I feel the pressure push down
Heavy is the head of the one who wears the crown
I don't got no time for fake shit
I don't got no time for fake shit