[Hook]
No pressure, it's no pressure
Just pressure inside my gauze
No effort, truthfully most of these n***as fraud
Pancake hundreds, stacking, I hop on planes for the nachos
Up here plotting on extra leg room
[Verse 1]
Plotting on a few estates
Bet I get my acreage up, taking care of home first
Then I build my haters up, equal opportunity
If it's some for you, it's more for me
Tell em how it's supposed to be
Direct, not metaphorically
Forgi's on McLaren feet, I see it when I go to sleep
I eat my pain along with steak and lobster tail
I remember telling my cellmate, this some f** sh**
This that duck sh**, [?] wrong for my n***a
Just some dumb sh**, dirty gun, wrong place sh**
Reaching for your wallet, gun in face sh**
I'm praying to god while I'm rapping, I make sh** [?]
I ain't sparing, chase the rod, b**hes s** me good till I'm hard
Baby bounce that a** till I'm soft, this life reserved for a boss
Type of n***a who don't look at costs, he just look at work
Born to get it, motherf**er want it
There's no pressure cause we dancing for it
There's no question they been waiting on us
[Hook][x2]