Lyrics Full Court Press - Chuck Paradi$e

Full court press b*tch
You know I'm at ya neck
Kill em with success
But I will die bout my respect
I can pull ya plug with one emoji from a text
My b*tch be catchin juggs
All these ns get finessed
I just watch my sides
And run it up with no regrets
Get right or get left
All is know is get the check
Sometimes I wonder
Why do I be goin this stress
I rathan get up blessed than sit around and be depressed,
U gotta be careful my na
Problems come by the handful my guy
Crown can turn to a halo my na
sing to your soul in the sky,
I remember them days with no money
Had to grind with no food in my stomach
Arguments with my lady for nothing
Got me smokin like I just said f*ck it
Went damn near a year with no job
Still I kept all the income comin
Lyrics on the beats
Drum drummin
Come put a deposit on something
Wish I could speak to ones that I lost
That's a phone line that won't seem to cross
I just take it in stride like a boss
Know they want me to give it my all
Got these ns back hatin again
Givin me motivation again
To the fam dedicate til the end
Don't make me demonstrate what's a win
I just want to get filthy profit
Spitting knowledge like prophets
U gone holla then holla
Keep some bang for the drama
And I don't think you want nada
Son these ns like father
I got the power like Saba
In the field with trappers and robbers
I been reppin New Jersey
Ghost town and brick city
We can clean up nice
But it ain't sh*t to Get gritty
See me thru the screen
I'm Virtually yours
Been searching for keys
To open the doors
I'm hitting up Ian
To set up the tours
Before I do anything
Pray to the lord (Amen)
My tongue is the sword
My mind is a rifle
My eyes on the prize
Leave my heart on the vinyl
Tryna get Richie like Lionel
Drop like I broke my spinal
And if you know like I know
I get buck like Rhino
We get bucks like Geico
Catch me on flip side or the high note
B*tch I'm bout to blow, Pyro
Now they on my wave, Tidal