| Niggas got the nerve to ask me if you feel pressure like we ain’t get all this
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| shit out the fuckin' mud, man
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| Know what I’m sayin? |
| If I did it once I do it twice, know what I’m saying
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| The fuck is you talking 'bout?
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| There was never no pressure, they ain’t rappers they wrestlers
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| In the kitchen whipping extras, might just go and cop a Tesla
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| There was never no pressure, there was never no pressure
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| There was never no pressure, thirty-eight, I’m special
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| Ain’t no pressure got the weapon on me
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| B.M.M. |
| and O.T.M, I’m repping homie
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| Bang the hood, I got the section on me
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| Fuck the feds, my only testimony
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| Hope you watch where you stepping homie
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| All the brodies with the extra’s homie
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| Acting brazy, we gon' x him out
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| G-check him, then he checking out
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| Let it off or I might deck him out
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| Know exactly what the set about
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| Was selling smack, I found a better route
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| Free RetcH until they let him out
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| Pray for us, need some better days
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| Mama say I need some better ways
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| Still do petty shit for better pay
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| Yeah I rap, but I still let it spray
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| Send his ass up to Allah
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| Hundred grams and with the shit in a jar
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| Dirty stick and half a brick in the car
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| Heard he sick, he seen his bitch with a star
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| Crack a seal, no I don’t sit at the bar
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| Half a stick, I got your bitch on the bar
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| Only hit her if the bitch up to par
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| In the trenches they treat me like a Czar
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| I make it rain then clear it out
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| Lead showers, we gon' air it out
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| Take your bitch and then we ware it out
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| We the ones these bitches care about
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| We the ones the streets hear about
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| So we ain’t feeling no pressure
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| Judge a perc by the texture
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| Thirty-eight, I’m special
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| There was never no pressure, they ain’t rappers they wrestlers
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| In the kitchen whipping extras, might just go and cop a Tesla
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| There was never no pressure, there was never no pressure
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| There was never no pressure, thirty-eight, I’m special
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| Two bitches and two cups
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| Two straps, don’t give two fucks
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| Two flips, now I’m too up
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| Niggas talking like they knew us
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| They sold crack where I grew up
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| And shoot niggas where I came up
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| Did the same to get my name up
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| OG said we fucked the game up
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| Say you niggas wouldn’t save us
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| Same drugs is what payed us
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| Same streets is what raised us
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| So pussy how could you blame us
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| Ain’t teach us, they be 'taint us
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| Caged in, rearranged us
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| They wanna see a nigga chained up
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| Black panther, probably flamed up
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| I’ma get it on my own time
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| Got it popping on my own rhyme
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| Really living out my own rhymes
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| When it’s beef I tote my own nine
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| Fuck a shooter, do my own crimes
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| Keep a seal up on my own lines
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| Niggas on another nigga dick
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| I’ma boss nigga, got my own mob
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| There was never no pressure, they ain’t rappers they wrestlers
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| In the kitchen whipping extras, might just go and cop a Tesla
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| There was never no pressure, there was never no pressure
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| There was never no pressure, thirty-eight, I’m special |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Pressure , by - Sha Hef. Song from the album Krime Pays, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп