Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Under Pressure , by - Boosie Badazz. Release date: 14.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Under Pressure |
| Ma nigga C, Penitentiary Chances |
| (Mo mo money beats, money beats) |
| Yeah dem nigga been under pressure |
| Yeah dem nigga been under pressure |
| Pressure like a mother fucking |
| Pressure like a mother fucking |
| Look |
| I’m under pressure like a movie man it’s hard |
| I live for today don’t give a fuck about tomorrow |
| The D. A want me dead just cause of what a nigga said |
| Got two pistols in my hand and one strapped to ma leg |
| My hoes they done fled, they done fled for the border |
| This life in a pen it gets harder and harder |
| Having money make it worse I got freedom on my brain |
| Everytime I hear the rain it increase the fucking pain |
| I got blood on ma hand I got thug in ma veins |
| So freedom or jail man badazz stay the same |
| But a nigga under pressure, and time keep ticking |
| While baby mama steady bitching with a nigga up in prison |
| I got anger built up in me as I’m sitting up in the slammer |
| Thinking bout this dirty judge and how he slammed the fucking hammer |
| I got beef in ma mind so I keep a sharp cutter |
| Cause this nigga in his cells making threats about his brother |
| Man a nigga under pressure |
| I’m under pressure so much pain |
| See ma life ain’t a mother fucking game |
| So much anger it’s built up in me |
| It’s death in jail but I prevail in the penitentiary |
| I’m under pressure so much pain |
| See ma life ain’t a mother fucking game |
| So much anger it’s built up in me |
| It’s death in jail but I prevail in the penitentiary |
| Look I’m under pressure my life has no meaning |
| And what I mean by that is that I’m trapped inside I’m phining |
| I’m tweaking for some freedom |
| My lawyer don’t believe him |
| This judge is so deceiving I think he hates me for no reason |
| I can’t believe I’m breathing I might be dead this evening |
| The suicidal thoughts every time I start each day that weakens |
| I remember the days when I was creeping |
| Bitch telling me bout leaving |
| Like she go pay this rent I pay my bills or ima stop eating |
| Fuck sleeping I’m too deep to let go |
| Mother fuckers want me so I let go |
| Alley weight boy hit em with a heck no |
| All I heard was a bop echo I was off the walls in day call |
| Back in time better come with an esco |
| It’s murder murder murder what you take a nigga vest for |
| My life ain’t the same as yours |
| I remember when I headlined tours |
| Now a bitch tryna say she got problems |
| Bitch come a little close ima solve em |
| Fuck you and fuck tomorrow |
| You know ain’t no nigga harder |
| No nigga better no nigga get it with a go getter |
| I’m under pressure so much pain |
| See ma life ain’t a mother fucking game |
| So much anger it’s built up in me |
| It’s death in jail but I prevail in the penitentiary |
| I’m under pressure so much pain |
| See ma life ain’t a mother fucking game |
| So much anger it’s built up in me |
| It’s death in jail but I prevail in the penitentiary |
| Know what pressure is when you on yo ass |
| And yo rent due and you kids an ache |
| It’s crunch time and the block gotta jack sumtn rather thirty eight |
| Get the hood hot everybody beefing |
| They shooting out fuck killer season |
| Each and everyday another homicide |
| Some ride or die another momma cry |
| My city real like Vietnam |
| Real war zone better stay inside |
| We’re both dead better fall back |
| Tryna play real get yo head cracked |
| I lost niggas to that trigger plate |
| Most close friends and a dead brother |
| When I think about him I cry I think about him I ride |
| In a stolen car me ducking brim |
| Three cutters on that’s tryna chop ma limb |
| Hand first like cane an menace |
| Riding round with a light sentence |
| Real pressure when you can’t sleep |
| Tryna stay strong but you so weak |
| Hard times recall desperate moves |
| Anybody gotta go just the blues that’s pressure |
| I’m under pressure so much pain |
| See ma life ain’t a mother fucking game |
| So much anger it’s built up in me |
| It’s death in jail but I prevail in the penitentiary |
| I’m under pressure so much pain |
| See ma life ain’t a mother fucking game |
| So much anger it’s built up in me |
| It’s death in jail but I prevail in the penitentiary |
| Lord know how it go man |
| So much pressure so much pain |
| Boosie Badazz, Murder MC in the building you heard |
| One shouts to the kelly young nigga |
| One shouts to that bottom nigga south side |
| Down town you know how we do nigga |