Type One - Pressure

See I'm all about the extra bring the pressure
They know we next up
Weed inside my blunt a couple hundreds on the dresser
Foreign whip's inside garages couple bitches tryna sex us
That's the future but the presents of my presence brings the cheddar
I be only bout the money get the money nothing better
Holy moly tenderonis want the bone so imma let 'em
All my homies holding woahdies if you press us they gon' check ya
Start to preaching on the beat I bet they tune in for the lecture
Ohhh who that is
That's them niggas on the block
Get to calling shots I need a lot of money all the guap
Pressure was a must I get to stepping they still kicking rocks
Hella Benjis on the dresser got my pockets draggin' knots
Look I be talking big shit
I keep it factual
Niggas ain't moving tactical
We send em on sabbatical
Growing was an issue now that solved it's all mathematical
Adding up the money multiply it by a bag or two
If niggas mad at me then let em be I can't be mad at you
And Daddy taught me all that hating shit is what them faggots do
And RIP to daddy gotta show that man some gratitude
He taught me everything a Nigga know we call that aptitude
Look
I viewed that struggle so vividly that anybody that fuck with me becoming an enemy
I've been practicing rapping just tryna get to the industry
So fuck a rap Nigga hating we ain't showing em sympathy
45 for the five of them niggas moving real slippery
I got something in the blicky that'll make em remember me
Make a wish like I'm turner I got em call me timothy
If a fuck Nigga play with me then he catching an injury
From the west to east side of Denver
I be posted still in motion a Nigga ain't no beginner
I've been rapping for a minute I'm tryna eat like it's dinner
If a Nigga got a problem we'll make it rain like November
On the books I've been working big timing
If Niggas playing Type one I bet they go to rewind it
Looking for the crown I bet these niggas can't find it
If I find it I understood the assignment
See I'm all about the extra bring the pressure
They know we next up
Weed inside my blunt a couple hundreds on the dresser
Foreign whip's inside garages couple bitches tryna sex us
That's the future but the presents of my presence brings the cheddar
I be only but the money get the money nothing better
Holy moly tenderonis want the bone so imma let 'em
All my homies holding woahdies if you press us they gon' check ya
Start to preaching on the beat I bet they tune in for the lecture
I be talking big shit
I keep it factual
Niggas ain't moving tactical
We send em on sabbatical
Growing was an issue now that solved it's all mathematical
Adding up the money multiply it by a bag or two
And Daddy taught me all that hating shit is what them faggots do
And RIP to daddy gotta show that man some gratitude
He taught me everything a Nigga know we call that aptitude
303 Shit

Written by:
Tyrik Clark

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