Dre DaSon - Pressure (feat. Issa Fixit & LaJuan)

Pressure
Pressure
Pressure

Appreciate the love but i don't ever let it gas me
100 miles an hour in the foreign on dash speed
I'm the type to show up to the deal and let the cash speak
100 runners on the track you know we ain't no athletes

Hit em wit the thunder 100 rounds in they ass cheeks
Aint fuckin wit no bitches if I fuck her and her ass leak
Hold up
Nah Nah
Send a 100 killers John Wick'n on em savagely
I ain't even capping john wick with the savagery
Hush him wit the cheese before we ever let a rat speak
Sshhh run it
Conjure up the words mr wiazrd whip em magically
Plan another visual get the genius in for strategy
Producing hits in overtime but we ain in no factory
Pressure
Cmon
You must be use to garbage if you ever try an trash me
Perfect wit the record cause I'm Floyd wit the hand speed
We can Run it song for song if you ever want a track meet
Huh yea
Underneath your gps so ain't no way to track me
Don't ever try and front I could pop up in your backseat
If I said I'm popping zits bruh it definitely wasn't acne
Definitely wasn't
Fuck sneak dissing if you say it say it at me
You capping if you posting them words and didn't tag me
I'ma always keep it 100 if they ask me

Pressure
Pressure
Pressure

Applying pressure
Applying pressure
Applying pressure
Applying pressure
Applying pressure
Applying pressure
Applying pressure
Applying pressure
Applying pressure

Jah
Guh
They tell us stand up
We on our last leg
Them obstacles put pressure deep when you points ahead
We Reminiscing bout them dreams that we never had
And I remember all the rules that we never read
And I remember how they treat us when the lights is red
It's tragic sad dramatically post traumatic triggers yea
Mentally spiritually the plight is dead The pain is here
Shootin first and shooting last keep going til jelly turn to jam
Ok did someone say I'm bussing
Did someone say I'm bussing
Issa party issa party Jah Guh gon head get it started mane it's nuffin'
Working hardly hardly working Bo Hooper couldn't clone me wreaking havoc couldn't hurt me from a
Smart nigga with a bad temper
First I passed up on religion
dug my past up from temple Ima
let go and let and god get cha
Most high king ruling with a bad vengeance yea you get the picture
I can pin point where the bag hittin'
Racquet with me like it's badminton
Rude just like a bad sentence Issa
Situation in the past tense
My name Fixit I done solved it
pho nics Like my grammar shit

Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure

Written by:
Dre DaSon, Dre Dawson, Issa Fixit

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