OBEY The Kidd - Under Pressure

Trying to buy a vet and my money got you pissed off
I was trying to flex there's a tan on my wrist now
And I'll do it no assist aye
Married to the money I could never really love a bitch
And my ambition got you stressed out
I just want some denim with my pockets getting stretched out
Thunderstorm when we air it out
I know that she loves me by the way she puts me in her mouth
And I'm Malcolm with the X amount
Ride around town with the shooters cause they always down
Seven Point Five in the wood they just can't relate
If we masked up ooo yeah we Bouta LAY THE PAINT brrrp
I'll prolly struggle every day!
Always got pain in my mind so I'm sippin mud
Put like two eights in the back, i ain't backin up
Pussy want smoke ima put him in a muscle blunt!
I don't get these bitches ima really let em run wild
Waiting to be happy and god damn that shit could take a while
Far walk to freedom and my parents really made it farther
Up in Atwat, Look it now I'm working harder
I'm a hustel junkie, Told you it's my time now
I ain't got the patience if they want it they could find out BITCH
Still at my house
Pussy think he bright ima leave him wit the lights out huh?
Like a parked car
I been chasing thots with the henny like im Karl Marx
Shawty on the side bouta paint her like a work of art
Lungs dont even work and im riding out without a heart Damn
Call me decepticon
Yeah I hate the mall but im back for an expensive cop
I can't get away with all these feelings, So just get me gone
If I'm under pressure then you're never gonna see me fold
Always gone be chilling with my homies and a bag of blow
Maison Margiela steppin Ion care about a flow
I'm too in my bag told that lil bitch she gotta go
Ugh, Murdered every mother fucking beat that I been on
Seventy five hours I ain't slept i need a bigger downer
I'm Off that white powder
Confident while talking cause I'm balling call me Dwight Howard, Bitch
He confident while talkin through the net, he a shit talker
He think he a shooter nine to five he up at McDonalds
I been on the road needing more I need them quick dollars, Bitch
Bottles got me spinning and this Daimond set is Not armor
Damaging these bitches with no hands and they love bondage
I don't think I promised anythinng so why you still callin ? HOE
I'm just picking up the pace
Keep a poker face while I know the worst among us
With an opp in my wrap
And a couple grams of purple
If you ain't bout a bag
I Can't have you in my circle BITCH
This Concludes THE UNDER PRESSURE PROGRAM

Written by:
Hector Macias

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