Pressure

Verse 1
I'd be lying if I say that am not pressured, to make out of the hood but the shit feels like a set up, is hard being an idol when the stacks don't really add up, like shit is a minus but we still looking for better, days. Still getting caught in daze, and hey, the pressure be getting a lot on a nikka to even try and get paid, so I maneuver my ways and try to get ahead, but I keep round and round shit is just like a maze. Some say this just phase, but , i lost the girl i used to love cos a nikka wasnt getting paid. So nowadays I am back to the basics, chasing academics, parking the rap dream on the pavement. Now me and reality are adjacent, am looking at it in the face, like what's up this phase man. I get there are casualties at the war, I hope am not too blind to see the writing on the wall. Am under pressure x3

Hook
Am inundated, am aggravated. Am isolated. I meditated and medicated, but non chaning unmotivated to pushing harder to try make it, am under pressure the shit is hard to even take in. X2

Verse 2
I'd be lying if I say that am not pressured, to make out of the hood but the shit feels like a set up, is hard being a star when the kids don't barely look up. Like who to inspire when the streets are filled with losers. We got the onus to do it big and show the young, everything is possible, homie you get it done, but i dread the pressure that comes with being the first, carrying the of weight universe when you and I verse, say we got the right bars, we can get it on lock, Eks Don dog that's the E-cross. We the beacon of hope in this rap movement, the shit brings a lot of pressure thinking we ought to lose it we keep moving an making alot music, we giving people a reason to celebrate and to groove with. Admit that we are idols to y'all, I just hope we not too blind to see when the writing on the wall. On why we under pressure...x3

Hook