Lyrics Under Pressure - OBEY The Kidd

Tryna buy a vet and my money got you pissed off
I was tryna flex theres a tan on my wrist now
And I'll do it no assist aye
Married to the money i could never really love a bitch
And my ambition got you stressed out
I just want some denim with my pockets getting strectched out
Thunder storm when we air it out
I know that she loves me by the way she puts me in her mouth
And im malcom with the X ammount
Ride around town with the shooters cause they always down
Seven Point Five in the wood they just cant relate
If we masked up ooo yeah we Bouta LAY THE PAINT brrrp
Prolly struggle every day,
Always got pain in my mind so im sippin mud
Put like two 8ths in the back i aint backin up
Pussy want smoke ima put him in a muscle blunt

I don't get these bitches ima really let em run wild
Waiting to tio be happy and god damn that shit could take a while
Far walk to freedom and my parents really made it farther
Up in Atwat, Look it now im working harder
I'm a hustel junkie, Told you its my time now
I ain't got the patience if they want it they could find out BITCH
Still at my house
Pussy think he bright ima leave him wit the lights out huh?
Like a parked car
I been chasing thots with the henny like im Karl Marx
Shawty on the side bouta paint her like a work of art
Lungs dont even work and im riding out without a heart Damn
Call me decepticon
Yeah I hate the mall but im back for an expensive cop
I can't get away with all these feelings, So just get me gone
If I'm under pressure then you're never gonna see me fold

Always gone be chilling with my homies and a bag of blow
Maison margiela steppin Ion care about a flow
I'm too in my bag told that lil bitch she gotta goo

Ugh, Murdered every mother fucking beat that i been on
Seventy five hours I ain't slept i need a bigger downer
I'm Off that white powder
Confident while talking cause I'm ballimg call me dwight howard, Bitch
He confident while talkin through the net he a shit talker
He think he a shooter nine to five he up at McDonalds
I been on the road needing more I need them quick dollars, Bitch
Bottles got me spinning and this Daimond set is Not armor
Damaging these bitches with no hands and they love bondage
I don't think I promised anythinng so why you still callin? HOE
I'm just picking up the pace
Keep a poker face while I know the worst among us
With an opp in my wrap
And a couple grams of purple
If you ain't bout a bag I Can't have you in my circle BITCH

This Concludes THE UNDER PRESSURE PROGRAM