Songtexte PRESSURE. - LeBar

(Aye)
Man, it's been a long time coming
I gotta give it to y'all on this one
(Yeah)
Let's get it

I'm applying the pressure
Bringing the terror
Putting my opps on a stretcher
Leaving the vocal cords of my enemies severed
The difference between me and you is I put in the effort
If you want a massacre I come to Texas with face full of leather (Wooo)
I'm applying the pressure
Bringing the terror
Putting my opps on a stretcher
Leaving the vocal cords of my enemies severed
The difference between you and me is I put in the effort
If you want a massacre I come to Texas with face full of leather (Wooo)
Every motherf trying to tell me how to get it don't have it, living outlandish
Member way back in the back of a hatchback
Wit a backpack full of snapbacks
Now we got a notepad full of dope raps
Now snapping
This shit had to happen

Hats in the air like a graduation because everyone cappin
(Aye)

Remember the days when I thought I had lost it
I came from the bottom
Me, Jae, decap, and kg recorded in closets
Now we hit banks and we make them deposits
Don't get it twisted I'm humble as ever
I know that I can't stop a bullet
I know they can find me with blood on my sweater
printed on t-shirts that just say remember
My mom would be crying and wondering if she could've done any better
Or reading the Bible to find any scriptures that bring her some pleasure
Or try to find solace that me and my pops are together
My brother would probably go back to the streets
The rest of my family would empty their tears into sheets
My brothers and homies be searching for who ever did it to me
But till that day comes I'm applying the pressure
Bringing the terror
Putting my opps on a stretcher
Leaving the vocal cords of my enemies severed
The difference between me and you is I put in the effort
If you want a massacre I come to Texas with face full of leather (Wooo)
I'm applying the pressure
Bringing the terror
Putting my opps on a stretcher
Leaving the vocal cords of my enemies severed
The difference between me and you is I put in the effort
If you want a massacre I come to Texas with face full of leather (Wooo)
Man I'm in love w the sh I compose
The music's the love of my life I suppose
Why am I better than ever cuz I do this sh on my own
I master my sh and now I'm in control
B*tch I'm raising the bar
Oh, you need it in French? I'm raising LeBar
I'm taking it far
This shit is bizarre
You cannot compete cuz you're not up to par
If I'm being real there's really no escaping this fear
Giving you all a taste of what's to come this year
50% of my city is on crystal
The other 50% they got pistol
People Coming at me And they so pretentious
I can see through your bullsh intentions
I don't give a f about stories I mentioned in
I put pad to pin
I find my zin
I smirk and grin I write my sins
I'm tearing skin
I get through so easy
Like Robert Quinn
Like Chris weidman b*tch I break the shins
Now pass the gin
Intoxicated once again
I start to spin
I'm making all the moves like I have a twin
My patience is wearing thin
My next of kin is on her chin
And I'll be around next year b*tch I'm not Jeremy Lin
I'm putting L to chins
But it's pretty safe to say that this tracks a win
I'm applying the pressure
Bringing the terror
Putting my opps on a stretcher
Leaving the vocal cords of my enemies severed
The difference between me and you is I put in the effort
If you want a massacre I come to Texas with face full of leather (Wooo)
I'm applying the pressure
Bringing the terror
Putting my opps on a stretcher
Leaving the vocal cords of my enemies severed
The difference between me and you is I put in the effort
If you want a massacre I come to Texas with face full of leather (Wooo)