Lyrics No Pressure - Sha Hef

No Pressure

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