Dot-Da-God - Pressure

I do hearses can’t rehearse it
I write all my task in cursive
Since my future been my past I mite spin yo block reversing
This on purpose MC circus put u clowns up in the service
Since y’all dying for the cause mite as well give life sum purpose
What's the purchase God please linen out my merchants
Can’t trust non that gon slither so I keep away from serpents
Seems I’m peeking make it urgent
We evade like sum en-sergeants
Bled he block then you a urchin
Clean yo clock like dish detergent
Fuck the risk Glock 9 grip
Cold tips make a trapper fold shit
Close shit keep ya rappers close bitch
Quote this top rhymer dope shit
He don't want no pressure
Head up in the clouds left u leaking threw that texture
He don't want no pressure
You could bring the gang
Mite as well give em sum extras
He don't want no pressure
Head up in the clouds left you leaking threw that texture
He don't want no pressure
You could bring the gang Mite as well give em sum extras
Urban
Round my hood need turbans
Suburban
Land cruise host Dem curtains
If she flirting nab that bitch for certain
She erking fuck that pitch I’m curving
It ain't perfect it ain't even worth it
Brook be swerving
All that shit be perfect like
Frame asserted couldn't paint a better life
All my niggas on the site when its time to ride
He don't want no pressure
Head up in the clouds left you leaking threw that texture
He don't want no pressure
You could bring the gang
Mite as well give em sum extras
He don't want no pressure
Head up in the clouds left you leaking threw that texture
He don't want no pressure
You could bring the gang Mite as well give em sum extras

Written by:
Darnell Thompson

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