Blood Money - Pressure

Bro just took a nigga bag he adding pressure,
Come try to test him and Ima bless ya
pop a pill and I get louder than a wrestler
Forever reckless never ran from pressure
Took a nigga bag I'm adding pressure
Come and get it back my nigga he tryina bless ya
pop a pill and I get louder than a wrestler
Forever reckless never ran from pressure,
4 jars on me now I'm taxing
Tryina double up on half a package
Flexing all that money boy you lackin
Motherfuck the gram cus my cell phone slappin
I been tryina get it had to put down my feelings
Still crushing beans nevermind what I'm sipping
Gotta put yo money first give a fuck bout opinions
Nigga we was down bad making bitter decision
You can hate me you can love me but I'm still gon flip it
How you love me bro you left me in the hood with no chicken
How you hate me and I'm breathing nigga come take a visit
Ain't no lacking ain't no resting gotta run up some digits
Never in the streets but that's where I was raised
All that fast money got me stuck in my ways
Og telling me to pray but I was rolling for days
With my demons like I'm Cudi they come out when I rage
Bro just took a nigga bag he adding pressure,
Come try to test him and Ima bless ya
pop a pill and I get louder than a wrestler
Forever reckless never ran from pressure
Took a nigga bag I'm adding pressure
Come and get it back my nigga he tryina bless ya
pop a pill and I get louder than a wrestler
Forever reckless never ran from pressure,
4 jars on me now I'm taxing
Tryina double up on half a package
Flexing all that money boy you lackin
Motherfuck the gram cus my cell phone slappin

Written by:
Brandon Ingram

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