{Verse 1}
I think I’m better off to hit the streets and start to hustle
Selling drugs making money on the corner huddle
Coming home family shame be the hardest type of pain
Had a new job lost that gig in 3 days
Guess my mental state was thinkin how I hit the stage
Third of the brand split the power three ways
Me You Lazz it’s our time get these gains
What would man's do when he’s fu*kin desperate?
Starve myself into a state when I’m shooting weapons
Killin all the innocent they’ll never ask this question
Christian you betraying do you ever learn your lesson?
Would I listen to the people I be holdin precious?
Listen to myself cause I’m controlled by my obsession yeah
When the rain falls down
I get the best expression
Yeah yeah expression
{Hook}
Kissing on the devils thick thighs
Mm that’s a delicious apple pie (It's so delish)
Sweating like the summer in July
Like the summer in July
{Chorus}
Ehh
I’ve been lost and found
In the dark tunnel running making up the ground
So
Going pound for pound
With the snakes in the grass that don’t make a sound
Pressure taking place yeah
Pressure sets the pace yeah
Pressure ties the lace yeah
Pressure on my face
{VERSE 2}
Cmon
Peer pressure
Peer pressure
That’s the motto dream killers use
Aka majority of Brampton is afraid to lose
Risk taking isn’t something they choose
Got me feelin like an artist with a bunch of loose screws
I don’t think you understand what a poet goes through
On a path far from bosses few of them ever knew (Knew)
I’m In the belly of the beast
Being desperate for a feast
Only killin fu*kin beats
You will only be a leach
Won’t be broke for too long
Kendrick saving me a seat
Cole is saving me a seat
Kanye saving me a seat
Mr. Miss Jacks 3 stacks saving me seat
Fact of the matter
Distraction will be having me
{Hook}
Kissing on the devils thick thighs
Mm that’s a delicious apple pie
Sweating like the summer in July
Like the summer in July
{Chorus}
Ehh
I’ve been lost and found
In the dark tunnel running making up the ground
So
Going pound for pound
With the snakes in the grass that don’t make a sound
Pressure taking place yeah
Pressure sets the pace yeah
Pressure ties the lace yeah
Pressure on my face