Verse 1:
My stress, and eight letter nuece, make me choose
In a local habitat, show proof
That college students survive, debt, s**
Hell loans, graduation, stress
I know the mood, joggin' in place
You could see my pressure, from outer space
God damn, face the mirror of a man
Sweatin' bullets, the size of Japan
Moms let me know, "there's no need to scurry
Ya school work comes first, then come the riches from your work."
How can I focus like my studious colleagues
When my soul reaches for more tracks, then note stacks
Beats for sale, full length in stores
I'm on track, like twenty points at the half
Open the drawer, notebooks on notebooks
Jaws hit the floor. What?
Hook:
Cause the pressure makes me right better
Tough like leather, wear my tracks like a sweater
Swear I was born to leave a mark, my hickey on the industry
I'm the new Tony Stark. X2
Verse 2:
Your truth, it hurts, but it also makes you work
When you think you the jam, though you just a little twerp
You a blip on the radar, you a birp
My swa*k is indescribable, I'm flippin' through skirts
They know I say somethin', when I say somethin'
It's not about the functions, it's the ability to function
When the system breaks you, know what you have to do
Get out your situation, start payin' for your own food
These Jerry Seinfelds, they joke fools
Setup to the punchline, I told you
We get sick of these dead end strides, like
What if the tortoise and the rabbit tied?
Nobody would of got to where they goin'
Cause no knowledge would've been spoken
Or received like a token, taken for granted
Stickin' where we been, fillin' our pockets with the granite. Uh
Hook:
Cause the pressure makes me right better
Tough like leather, wear my tracks like a sweater
Swear I was born to leave a mark, my hickey on the industry
I'm the new Tony Stark. X4