King Benny - 0 Pressure

Cannot be fucked with
Yeah we lit I can't feel no pressure
Always focus on my scene
I can't feel no pressure about a bitch, I'm on my
I can't even lie, I always got a nigga pissed
You can't touch me lil' boy, we're nigga
Peace, keys, chips, the racks, I creep
Demons in my head, I'm fighting bitches I defeat
Hanging with the boskies finna eat
We need some beef We can't hang at all

A stranger to the bank, I only work with cash
Don't tell me, buy no tax My money is a hoe
It come with kids when its coming back
Big shark inside this tank
I'm living what I rap I really don't fuck with fishy niggas
I'm saint nigga I'm that
Flip my coin like it's a petty
I take mine and theirs, I'm petty
I called a bitch my queen, I left her pussy dead like Betty
Should never let them test me
I'm calm nigga I'm steady
When I have my hoodie on
You don't hear me speak nigga I'm Kenny
They ain't ready for what is coming man
we lit Unless you know right now
My money ain't clean at all it stink
Lost a lot last year but we doubled up those years
I'm cash heavy, I'm sick

Yeah we lit I can't feel no pressure
Always focus on my scene
I can't feel no pressure about a bitch, I'm on my
I can't even lie, I always got a nigga pissed
You can't touch me lil' boy, we're nigga
Peace, keys, chips, the racks, I creep
Demons in my head, I'm fighting bitches I defeat
Hanging with the boskies finna eat
We need some beef We can't hang yeah

Man these miggas pussy for real
They slide on yo back Saint told me that
This shit is a movie or more like an oracle
Niggas capping, they acting, it's horrible
Bitch, I'm a Khayelitsha nigga
7-7-8-4 where a legend is from
Sick headed like I'm jacking a pump
Big headed, I got raps for you chump
Big stepper, I got raps in my core
I'm begging to kill it some more
From nothing to something
They whisper but put their assumptions
I'm gunning for more I know when it rains, it pours
Making these rhymes when I'm bored
They say a young nigga hard
Invisibly scarred I like to bleed in the dark
My only freedoms at heart and I don't believe that I'm smart
Working as triple as hard
You let them deceive you on songs
How could you claim you the man when you work for the man
Feeding the steeds, getting jobs Y'all like to sleep on the bars
But it's okay, cause we killing the songs
Roll up a fatty, then chill in my zone
Rhyming so effortless, straight from the dome

Yeah we lit I can't feel no pressure
Always focus on my scene
I can't feel no pressure about a bitch, I'm on my
I can't even lie, I always got a nigga pissed

Written by:
Banele Matole, Professor Mudau, Simthandile Daniel

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