Lyrics Pressure (feat. Jay-Z) - Lupe Fiasco feat. Jay-Z

Roc-A-Fella
1st and

Jay
Lupe
Yeah
Uh

And so it seems that I′m sewin' jeans
And 1st and 15 is just a sewin′ machine
So I cut the pattern, and then I sew in seams and
Button in this hustlin' then publically, I'm Buddy Lee
There′s no bustin′ 'em and cuffin′ 'em
Is like usherin′ in the regime
They want me to make Prince pants
But I withstand, I ain't gotten into that

A little big in the waist, two-pocket on the back
Call them Lu-vi′s, O.G.'s covered in blue dye
Give 'em the game, that′s like givin′ chocolate to the fat
Look, how you think I got here?
That's the same game that came through where I lived as a kid
In the bad luck truck and threw boxes off the back

Made me a ripper, deliver like river
Content a little more thicker, slicker
Yeah, and they said oil and water don′t mix
Now they all down at the beach, washin' off the fish
Was Blackbeard ′til I brought the Roc into your ships, yeah

It's my life (my life)
Everything I do, I do for you (I do it all for you)
Everything I say, you know it′s the truth (I'll say it is the truth)
I'll take all the pressure off of you (take pressure off of you)
I′ll take the pressure off of you

It′s hella proper (proper)
'Cause it sag so low, you can see boxer, like a boxer′s
That's the way that the family′s pants worn
Don't be sly and try and put ′em on

The stones in the pocket'll drag you down to Davy Jones locker
Beware if you wanna rock the Knickerbocker
Other nigga from the block, what? They was sellin' O′s
Like Wheel of Fortune of imported cocaine
Just to feel important, it was "Do or Die"

They was tired of bein′ "Po' Pimps" not for sure
That was just a product of my common sense (sense)
I guess, I was just guessin′ like the consonants
Momma said, "Beware what the Devil do
Tell 'em that your soul′s not for sale like the W's"

So go ahead and pirate the highest
Cannons make you leak like pirated my shh
It′s no shh, it's just shh like quiet
And big homie's out of retirement, nigga (yessir)

It′s my life (my life)
Everything I do, I do for you (I do it all for you)
Everything I say, you know it′s the truth (I'll say it is the truth)
I′ll take all the pressure off of you (take pressure off of you)
I'll take (Young) the pressure off of you

So the pen is mightier than the sword, my Lord
My first picture was a line-up, now I′m on the Forbes
And I still remain the artiste through this all
If you force my hand, I'll be forced to draw

If the war calls for Warhols
Hope you got enough space on your hall′s walls
I make niggas murals, then escape the Bureau's investigation
Out in Europe on vacation

I'm back for these puppies with the pound, boy (rrra)
Here′s a round, boy (rrra, rrra), down, boy
Sound boy, you don′t wanna sound clash loud noise
Leave niggas paranoid if not paralyzed

Which means you can't walk in my shoes
Too much green, you can′t talk in my hue
Extend the team, nigga, holla at Lu'
1st and 15th, that′s my cue, I'm through

It′s my life (my life)
Everything I do, I do for you (I do it all for you)
Everything I say, you know it's the truth (I'll say it is the truth)
I′ll take all the pressure off of you (take pressure off of you)
I′ll take the pressure off of you