| No pressure, it’s no pressure
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| Just pressure inside my gauze
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| No effort, truthfully most of these niggas fraud
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| Pancake hundreds, stacking, I hop on planes for the nachos
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| Up here plotting on extra leg room
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| Plotting on a few estates
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| Bet I get my acreage up, taking care of home first
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| Then I build my haters up, equal opportunity
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| If it’s some for you, it’s more for me
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| Tell em how it’s supposed to be
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| Direct, not metaphorically
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| Forgi’s on McLaren feet, I see it when I go to sleep
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| I eat my pain along with steak and lobster tail
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| I remember telling my cellmate, this some fuck shit
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| This that duck shit, what they really want from a nigga?
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| Just some dumb shit, dirty gun, wrong place shit
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| Reaching for your wallet, gun in face shit
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| I’m praying to God while I’m rapping, I make shit good God
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| I ain’t sparing, chase the rod, bitches suck me good till I’m hard
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| Baby bounce that ass till I’m soft, this life reserved for a boss
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| Type of nigga who don’t look at costs, he just look at work
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| Born to get it, motherfucker want it
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| There’s no pressure cause we dancing for it
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| There’s no question they been waiting on us
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| No pressure, it’s no pressure
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| Just pressure inside my gauze
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| No effort, truthfully most of these niggas fraud
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| Pancake hundreds, stacking, I hop on planes for the nachos
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| Up here plotting on extra leg room
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| No pressure, it’s no pressure
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| Just pressure inside my gauze
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| No effort, truthfully most of these niggas fraud
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| Pancake hundreds, stacking, I hop on planes for the nachos
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| Up here plotting on extra leg room |