Pressure Bust Pipes
    (专辑: Love Me While I'm Here - 2020)
    
    (EVRGRN with the 
heat, yeah)   Whatever you do, you cannot take this shit for granted  Try to run the 
routes, I 
tell it's hard for me to manage  They say the 
pressure was on, well, I 
didn't notice  'Cause that pressure don't really mean shit when you out your focus  Pressure bust pipes, but not the 
pipes I'm toting  New extendo in this bitch, need to re so I'm loaded  All I 
know is grind, in the 
booth all day, would've thought this where I 
live  In the 
booth all day, that shit help me see mills   I 
took a 
chance and rolled the 
dice  All these rap niggas act so weird  I 
got bodies in that field, ain't tattle-taled  She hit my line and I 
might slide  Yeah, she ain't want me 'fore the 
deal  Now I 
got her in my bed witnessing my skills  Yeah, I 
been stacking royalties like Legos  I 
shape up all these killers like some Play-Doh  Stuck between the 
streets and this rap shit  Like two slices of bread, I'm the 
mayo  Know I'm smiling but I 
don't play though   Whatever you do, you cannot take this shit for granted  Try to run the 
routes, I 
tell it's hard for me to manage  They say the 
pressure was on, well, I 
didn't notice  'Cause that pressure don't really mean shit when you out your focus  Pressure bust pipes, but not the 
pipes I'm toting  New extendo in this bitch, need to re so load it  All I 
know is grind, in the 
booth all day, would've thought this where I 
live  In the 
booth all day, that shit help me see mills   All day off in the 
booth, help me make it up out the 
jail  I 
been up grinding with no sleep, feel like I 
don't even got time to rest  I 
been struggling all my life, I 
done finally got me a 
check  Young rich nigga, I 
could flood my necklace with baguettes  Fifteen hunnid on my kicks, that's how you 'posed to step  And none of you niggas ain't seeing me, bitch, I 
got the 
belt  Like John Cena, but I 
ain't doing no fighting, this a 
gun inside my Bimmer  Nigga run up on me crazy, I'm Aaliyah  NFL, I'm in that field, I 
catch you slipping, I'm let go  You niggas ain't got no bread, y'all need to catch up, no tomato  And that chopper rip your ass apart, suggest you stay out my way though  'Cause all a 
nigga know is bang, would've thought my first name Fredo   Whatever you do, you cannot take this shit for granted  Try to run the 
routes, I 
tell it's hard for me to manage  They say the 
pressure was on, well, I 
didn't notice  'Cause that pressure don't really mean shit when you out your focus  Pressure bust pipes, but not the 
pipes I'm toting  New extendo in this bitch, need to re so load it  All I 
know is grind, in the 
booth all day, would've thought this where I 
live  In the 
booth all day, that shit help me see mills