| I’m under pressure
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| Please don’t stress me out
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| Oh baby, yeah
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| But I don’t fold
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| Under pressure
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| Yeah, please don’t stress me out
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| Oh baby, yeah
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| I don’t fold under pressure
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| You ain’t built (built) to fill these shoes (shoes)
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| And I won’t fold (fold), so I don’t lose (lose)
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| I’ve been up (up)
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| And I’ve been down (down)
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| And my ship sunk (sunk)
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| But I ain’t drown (yeah yeah)
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| I’m posted in the backseat leaning
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| Got me snapping my fingers like I’m doo-wop singing
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| People stare at the chain, they like oh I’m blinging
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| Nothin' has been the same, I’m like oh I’m dreaming
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| It’s a bad bitch posted up to the right of me
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| And rightfully I reserve the right to be with a hottie
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| About twenty something, intelligent, but also get naughty
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| The prodigy, I do it wildly, cause that’s what I gotta be
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| Honestly, I’ve been creating the policy
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| Acknowledge me as someone who aiming straight for the prophecy
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| The following I’ve accumulated, ain’t no apologies
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| Obviously you hear me now, and you can’t knock the philosophy
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| Cap it off with cappuccinos
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| Slicing the tiramisu
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| «Coolie it’s nice to meet you»
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| Introduce you to people
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| Show you how we be living, and we be doing the most
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| It’s a la cosa nostra baby look I’m your host
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| The coolest one in the room eating his pasta
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| Snapping his fingers in between sipping espana
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| We looking saucy, it’s all a part of the mantra
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| Keeping it proper, young, Swanky, Strange, Sinatra
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| I’m under pressure
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| Please don’t stress me out
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| Oh baby, yeah
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| But I don’t fold
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| Under pressure
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| Yeah, please don’t stress me out
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| Oh baby, yeah
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| I don’t fold under pressure
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| You ain’t built (built) to fill these shoes (shoes)
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| And I won’t fold (fold), so I don’t lose (lose)
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| I’ve been up (up)
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| And I’ve been down (down)
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| And my ship sunk (sunk)
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| But I ain’t drown (yeah yeah)
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| We off at every single thing we had harbored
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| Did what we gotta
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| God, my skin is thick as the armor
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| I’m fucking off, been ducking, dodging the karma
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| Trick, I’m a goner, got these niggas and bitches on ya
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| Caught up in the fact that I’m
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| Not afraid to be myself and take it back and I
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| Have no sympathy for people acting whack so I
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| Said «Be don’t acting suprised when I attack»
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| Li’l bitch, this shit is whack, I’ma attack but
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| Trust me my situation is dire
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| Things that I see when I asleep, lay awake when I’m tired
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| Maybe the secrets I keep buried inside the fire
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| «Joey's a snake in the grass, fucking nigga’s a liar»
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| Sweeping it under the rug doesn’t make it expire
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| The problem is going to follow you until the problem retire
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| See they gon' hate you because you walking a little higher
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| But I became immune to you bitches because I’m a rider
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| I’m under pressure
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| Please don’t stress me out
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| Oh baby, yeah
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| But I don’t fold
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| Under pressure
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| Yeah, please don’t stress me out
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| Oh baby, yeah
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| I don’t fold under pressure
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| You ain’t built to fill these shoes
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| And I won’t fold, so I don’t lose
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| I’ve been up (up)
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| And I’ve been down (down)
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| And my ship sunk
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| But I ain’t drown |