Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pain Pressure Paranoia, artist - Lloyd Banks. Date of issue: 03.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pain Pressure Paranoia |
| Uh, I love the pressure, pressure’ll build ya character stronger |
| Here comes the pain, you’d much rather be back on the corner |
| That paranoia, have you thinkin' niggas tryna scheme on ya |
| But that’s my life, maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m right |
| I numb the pain, been dealin' with that heartache since a boy |
| Paranoid, in a world where they love to build and destroy |
| Fuck a lecture, I’ma need what you owe me and extra |
| There’s nothin' that you can tell me 'bout this pressure (pressure…) |
| Uh, droppin' a bag’ll fill anyone’s block with shooters |
| Are you really my friend or an opportunist? |
| Bet this life’ll be beautiful without the rumors |
| Truth is, niggas’ll show their colours as soon as you flip the Rubix |
| Money’ll never fill the void of ya family, easy to prove this |
| Ain’t no make up amount to cover the bruises once the pain paints ya |
| Ya claimin' to be somethin' you really ain’t, ain’t ya? |
| Another parent that’s grievin' over a fake gangsta |
| Losin' a father feels like a .50 cal |
| Then losin' a grandmother, damn, it hit me now |
| Movin' too fast, 'til bad news showed up to sit me down |
| Like what the fuck you doin', you think it’s been somethin' proven? |
| Pain is never seein' ya dog again |
| Especially when he’s been more solid than all ya friends |
| Few numbers saved in my phone, wish I could call again |
| Give it all up just to go back to how it’s always been |
| Uh, I love the pressure, pressure’ll build ya character stronger |
| Here comes the pain, you’d much rather be back on the corner |
| That paranoia, have you thinkin' niggas tryna scheme on ya |
| But that’s my life, maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m right |
| I numb the pain, been dealin' with that heartache since a boy |
| Paranoid, in a world where they love to build and destroy |
| Fuck a lecture, I’ma need what you owe me and extra |
| There’s nothin' that you can tell me 'bout this pressure (pressure…) |
| Uh, I’m out here chillin', probably find a space to switch up by Friday |
| I circle the block a couple times, before I turn in my driveway |
| Maybe I’m buggin', but niggas be out here dyin' for nothin' |
| My blood is rushin', to the thought of karma as repercussion |
| And I don’t wanna hear about when, where, and who did what to him |
| Fuck is you callin' me with info like that, what drug is you usin'? |
| Get a permanent sleep, too comfortable snoozin' |
| Nine out of ten, it’s somebody that knows ya movements |
| I’m cool with you, but who’s ya man? |
| Forget I asked |
| Just make sure that my first time seein' him is my last |
| Don’t even trust certain kin to me, no exceptions |
| With life and death, ain’t no chalkin' up imperfections |
| Not only will niggas say anything, they’ll rehearse it too |
| If you never get to know where I live at, don’t take it personal |
| Party with perpetrators, same person’ll end up hurtin' you |
| On purpose you, roll the window on 'em, close up the curtain too |
| Uh, I love the pressure, pressure’ll build ya character stronger |
| Here comes the pain, you’d much rather be back on the corner |
| That paranoia, have you thinkin' niggas tryna scheme on ya |
| But that’s my life, maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m right |
| I numb the pain, been dealin' with that heartache since a boy |
| Paranoid, in a world where they love to build and destroy |
| Fuck a lecture, I’ma need what you owe me and extra |
| There’s nothin' that you can tell me 'bout this pressure (pressure…) |
| Uh, any rise to success is better with balancin' |
| Would it really mean shit if it wasn’t challengin'? |
| Losin' is only embarrassin' if you stay down |
| Trey pound when you ball, entertainment’s the devil’s playground |
| So many drop, it’s a constant struggle to stay round |
| Medic supply the pressure, lost 'em all to the same sound |
| Two decades worth of recordings, feels like I never miss |
| A thousand hours recordin' makes it look effortless |
| Sometimes ya worst obstacle is yourself, agreed opponent |
| Lovely to overcome downfalls when they prayin' on it |
| When you up a dilemma sounds like a favor, don’t it? |
| Claimin' they ridin' for ya, got fucked up ways to show it |
| You don’t gave 'em hunnid percent, you’ll regret it |
| Give 'til you empty, nobody is empathetic |
| Makin' them babies, leave somethin' they can inherit |
| Most of us had to break out the cycle without the leverage |
| Uh, I love the pressure, pressure’ll build ya character stronger |
| Here comes the pain, you’d much rather be back on the corner |
| That paranoia, have you thinkin' niggas tryna scheme on ya |
| But that’s my life, maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m right |
| I numb the pain, been dealin' with that heartache since a boy |
| Paranoid, in a world where they love to build and destroy |
| Fuck a lecture, I’ma need what you owe me and extra |
| There’s nothin' that you can tell me 'bout this pressure (pressure…) |