pressure

Yeah here I go
Keeping the pressure, transmit it through the measure
Every bar could go far, it isn't much effort
Feeling flows life like braille, all in the texture
Keeping it real and bringing nothing that's extra
I bring a verse and I keep it vexed up
Be ready to curse if anybody steps up
Could get worse if he shows who's lesser
He will move first just to pushed my vest up
Far out
You don't want none of this pressure
None of you want this shit
None
Born for criminality, impressions mean more
Daps for rewards, keep my charm with my sword
Living by the world is yours, let it soak my pores
Evil on speed dial and I'm accepting calls
Plotting schemes, making dreams more than it seems
Cropping trees made of cream, now I'm feeling g
Copping green, burning leaves now earning least
A hungry hustler trynna get little a piece
Just a little
Fuck you gonna do under this pressure?
None
Can't keep up, none of you can
On my own shit
Greet the devil with a little dance, it's in my plans
All but a chance to show you my vicious stance
Show you what my hands can do to get an advance
Blood on my pants, I should move to France
With no name, I got game with low pain
Even on slow days I can make dough rain
And make you dance like it's soul train
You should study my hands like I was O.J.