[Verse 1: Jae Smoove]
No pressure, you don't nothing bout pressure
You better understand, what I'm writing man
See this enlightenment, look at your life again
I'm enticing it, they say love don't pay
But I never had connection with the things hoes say
Every n***a in the world is a g, AK's
Is his new best friend, in the streets all day
We in debt today, better keep my eye on the collection plate
The new recipe, I seen disorder, disfunction, court orders
The blocks I'm brought up, gang infested, couple years ago I seen Will arrested
Russell k**ed, mom's cancer kicked in
My grandpa died my whole faith was tested. That's pressure
[Hook: Jae Smoove]
My life ain't no damn good, inside it makes me sad
I leave myself no choice but to scribble into this pad
Yall don't know what yall got, sometimes it makes me mad
I do know one thing though my life's my life that's all I have
[Bridge 1: Navajo]
Pressure builds, s** appeal
If s**'s a pill, I'd overdose
Dance with d**h, forgot the steps
Nightmare sweats, I slept comatose
Stress has swept away my ambition
Malcolm X can't annex my vision
Poor decisions, poor nutrition
My own accord, can't afford permission
[Verse 2: Jae Smoove]
Still pressure, but yall all know that
I was running ill laps, before for I made Ill tracks
Laps around the block, crooks on the watch, tried taking my watch
Can't stay the same spot, I was made for the lot, no other n***as taking my slot
I was raised in the gardens, hardened by violence
Dropped from the program, moved from the projects
Never understood, but my house is a target
Now we straight, made it back on the market
Drugs in the floor, up past curfew
Kick in the door, some dude cursing
I recognize his face, but who's this person
He hit my momma, he have no honor This is pressure
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Navajo]
I can feel that the tides are turning
My mind is weary my life's a burden
Hell is hot, smell fire burning
Smoke inhaled got my lungs hurting
Llamas bursting, crowd dispersing
Drop the curtain, that n***as gone
Ma** appeal, almost k**ed
Aimless n***as might hit their own
In my bones, damn man I feel it
Damn it's a war and it's hard to conceal it
They claim they the realest, the illest and they all ride
But it's all lies, snitching on co-defendants
Heading down the wrong path, I can do my own math
Make it to 25, damn that's a stretch
Just needed guidance, cops want compliance
Might take myself out, life is a mess
[Bridge 2: Jae Smoove]
And I ain't looking for the stress, looking for the gold plated crest
Sess in my chest, hoping that these words can impress
I need more, damn having less
Dirt poor but I'm still feeling fresh
[Hook]