CashMoneyAP - Pressure lyrics

[King Anatoliy] Always feeling pressure trying push it to the limits Peeking from my windows but I'm hacking from a Linux Catch them sniffing Windex like they want a sharper image Cut them with a razor ask, if it's close enough Yams died off purp, and I still can't get enough of it Looking in the mirror all I see are tomb stones Yams died off purp, and I'm getting smothered under it Tat wings on my back, sh**, I can see the future People hear the boy, think that I should rock the dreads Alabaster face, got them turning on their heads sh** I'm all surprises no disguises not inclined to f** around your mind will probably double back and find you Hmm. Guess it's funny how that goes Shows how much perspective's tinted from a vantage point Guess our holy tendencies have left us building idols Poison in our pedigree has left us sitting idle Young and starstruck, disappear through the the atmosphere Burn up on reentry, sheer sphere might appear Adjacent to my current state, vying for attention All I needs a shiver and I'll treat it like a mention Aiming for no pension, work until it breaks me Thought it's just a slip, but it ends with shattered knees Every attempt flawed, but I'm no damned mechanic Pa** the problem off, but no else could handle it Always feeling pressure trying push it to the limits Peeking from my windows but I'm hacking from a Linux Catch them sniffing Windex like they want a sharper image Cut em with a razor ask, if it's close enough Yams died off purp, and I still can't get enough of it Looking in the mirror all I see are tomb stones Yams died off purp, and I'm getting smothered under it Tat wings on my back, sh**, I can see the future Guess I'm going under once again, time to swim Darted to the beach, just to get some sleep and tan Rudely got my hand smacked by whatever beings over us, oh what luck Guess I'll call the mazel tov a bottle pop will set off Rocket like a candle roaming out of wooden tubes Ballsy bare hand mishaps got us looking for a soothe Backwoods more than blunt wraps when that's where you come from Guns outnumber residents I've seen a metric ton Couldn't stun me with a double amped tazer Tranquilizer double dosage still not halfway Blame it on my strange, chemical arrangement Go on war paths, blame it on derangement Guess I'm cynical the more I know the more it hurts Try to white out glitches but I only made it worse The pen, my hope, chase it on my crutches One more bum move, and I'll be gone forever Always feeling pressure trying push it to the limits Peeking from my windows but I'm hacking from a Linux Catch them sniffing Windex like they want a sharper image Cut em with a razor ask, if it's close enough Yams died off purp, and I still can't get enough of it Looking in the mirror all I see are tomb stones Yams died off purp, and I'm getting smothered under it Tat wings on my back, sh**, I can see the future