What time is it?
It's 2:55 am, December 9th, 2020
Worst fucking year ever
I just wrote a whole bunch of shit
And this is the last song on the album Pressure
Were gonna Fuck it imma 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 fucking mess
They ain't playing fucking chess
But they aiming for your chest
They got AR's pistal tech
You'll be naked from your neck down
Laying on the table wet
What now?
Put them on that Tshirt
Wear it for respect that metal don't deflect
Better sit back and reflect
Check
You ain't heard from him
Rather have him in person
Yea it hurts when he's layin' in the hearse
That bitch has only got one gear
Ain't No reversing
Ain't no coming back from that
Don't bother searching
Swerving through the lanes
No i ain't perfect
Middle finger in the air
Bitch you deserve it
Speaking of bitches
They can get hard dick and Bubble gum And I'm all out of bubble gum
Yeah I'm troublesome
Had my trouble with the law
Fist involved
Florida cop shipped me off to a prison yard
Shit was soft
All i did was fight and flick em off
Your people come to visit
Gotta cough and 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 Imma beat up a ceo
Imma kill me a cholo
Hold up lost my train of thought
These rappers pussy training bra
You get killed fucking with me
Im 80s raw
You just aids coughed
Praying soft babies (?)
I'm just brave heart
You rob Peter to pay Paul
Your girl got an only fans
That shit make me hard
She takes her clothes off
Anytime i make a call
Fake ass, fake tits, fake nails
Fly her out, fuck her raw
Take her boogie ass to the mall
And you think you the man of the house?
Nah
Big old Elephant standing on your chest Put u on a stretcher
That shit is pressure
Can't pay your rent
Bust out a kilo out on your desk
Got a gun on the dresser
That shit is pressure
Tryin' to Say my name in vain
Like that's gonna go your way
I bring extra
Goonies and some hand grenades
Shot guns with the barrels shaved
Monkeys nuts on the AK's
Blow a hole right through your face
That shit is pressure
I just want to say
Thank you to my friends
Ryan Upchurch, Struggle Jennings
Jelly Roll and Bravo Gator
Without Those guys
I would have quit rapping
Now we're going to Nashville
And Me and.Struggle doing legends 2
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