Текст песни Pressure - REASON , AKA

1(AKA)
I need a moment of clarity
I need a motive
I need a worthy opponent
No one can challenge me, dearly devoted
Weighted for world on my shoulders,
I′m focused on family
They focused on selling they magazines,
Stuck in a fantasy life,
Talking shit till your battery dies,
Hoe you wanna see me crumble
Living in a concrete jungle,
Take a walk in my custom kicks
Wanna touch this kid, you can call me uncle, I talk insane numbers
I like my paper large, bunch of payed runners, yeah we some shooting stars

(?)

2 (Reason)
You might see the life I live, and maybe think it looks nice and fresh, I mean sometimes it is, they offer me the nicer things, but some people try to fight with it and tryna bite your s***
F*** it imma fight to live, with every lyric, every rhyme I kick
I'm killing everything around the kid, I can tell by where you′re hands pointing at you already know what time it is
(?) I came up from a starving artist
(?) I'm way up
Couple number 1's on a couple charts
So I get awards
Still I got cred like playground
I′m reaching till I hit the ceiling coz I was beneath them like Lucifer′s playground
So when the fame just fade out, all the greatness remains as the same as I came out
Loud

3 (Aka)
Pardon I'm just doing my bid
To legit to be losing my grip,
Mama me I won′t let the media under our skin
Handle my buis
Plus I'm a genius and I got every ingredient needed to win
F*** all these encyclopaedias
F***** bout, telling me how I should live
Shit.
The bigger the belt, the larger the target
The harder they fell
I′m a product of knowledge itself
U might need a psychologies help
If u think I'm not, then to hell
They talking bout pressure but nothings Impressive, to me I feel so underwhelmed
Took this s*** to a whole other realm