Lyrics Orange Jumpsuit - Pressa

Oshea
Pressa, Pressa (M-M-MoneyMix)
Pressa, Pressa
Press Machine, Press Machine
Press Machine, Press Machine
Press Machine, Press Machine
Pressa

Only 18 hours in a Toronto cell (cell)
Screaming Wass gang at the top of my lungs
I'm like Pressa, you know you ain't make back in the cell (I'm not)
Jumping off my bunk as soon as breakfast announced

I'm like Pressa in the building, but my opps got a full house
They say by morning that's something to rap 'bout (exactly)
What Pressa gon' rap 'bout?
Tried crack me
You know, I'm used to the hard route

Server at my head he say he drift at the next house
But ain't leaving range 'less I leave with a bangout
I'm half Filipino, so I feel like I'm Pacquiao
Get coked off of blood, you can call it collateral

Soon as I'm doing crack, you can call me a greyhound
Then he grab my jumper, said he don't need a lockdown
Little fucking nigga, he wan' bring me on workouts
Where I come from, we neglected to back out

Ain't bitch up then, so I ain't bitch up now
I done seen niggas turn bishop now
It's me in the back with that one trey pound
So it's me in the back with my hundred pounds

They gon' rush me
But I couldn't wait
I knew niggas gon' jump in once a fight was engaged
How could you watch your dog fight when you both in cage
He be like my coil in the wire
In the sun and we baked

That nigga crazy
Turning back to range
Hit him with a left hook now that nigga dazed
Now it's three on one
But that didn't faze
Bitch nigga tried to grab my hair but I got it in braids
I'm like, uh, nigga got Press Machine

So much blood on the unit, guess some time to machine
Can't trust a nigga 'cause these niggas turned frenemies
'Cause I'm realer than death, there ain't no realer than me
Now the rumors round the streets that I broke my two arms
When I sent him to ER

Can't take his teeth out 'cause he already toothless
And I left that fight with little scrapes no bruises
Niggas ain't real yeah, they bitch made
Like fuck it, all I missed was a birthday
I'm feeling like the weather, so I'm Floyd May
They got my ass on a Thursday

I'm Wassi
That Wassi dance more than saucey
I was in the hole shadow-boxing with Wassi
What happens when Pressa mix this hook with that beat

You know the city minds like John Tory where's my key
Ay, ay, ay, ay
All I really want is my city
We can go overseas or near me
Niggas wan' call me for shows now
But ain't even really wanna go now
(M-M-MoneyMix)