Ricky Fitz - Under Pressure lyrics

[Hook] They're going on my mind forever Even when I think I'd never Get to where I'm going 'cause I Think it's a gonna be sweet This ain't a game that I'm fightin' I tell myself just for tryin' And if you try to stop me, well I'm Never gonna be free [Verse 1: Jon Murdock] Tryna stop me's illogical, the rhyme style's phenomenal He write philosophical, this life's a long obstacle Right when you move a few steps, they try stoppin' you Blockin' you, pop at you, whatever's f**ing possible My man was confused with life, was snatching pocketbooks To get high, crushing pills, was feeling unstoppable Until he overdosed, almost died, was in the hospital On life support, machines breathing for him in constant view He lived but kept the habit, sniffed and was rollin' Ls Overdosed again then he died in his holdin' cell His moms got him tatted on her hand, life's cold as hell I cried when I heard that he died, it hit my soul myself And me, you see whatever your choice is But the music that I make, you understand that there's choices And I'm only one out of a million voices For me, I'm making sense and the rest are making noises [Hook] They're going on my mind forever Even when I think I'd never Get to where I'm going 'cause I Think it's a gonna be sweet This ain't a game that I'm fightin' I tell myself just for tryin' And if you try to stop me, well I'm Never gonna be free [Verse 2: Ricky Fitz] Jail stories, six by nine, locked down Celly tripping, strongly advised, I'm piped down Calm down, motherf**er, punch a hole through your face On some Demon Knight sh**, I can't afford the case So I sat back, take a deep breath, threw my brain on ease The gate popped, feel that day room breeze? Yo, ox stay running MCs, spades I made Like ten packs plus the grub I ate last week sh** is real, native said he threw a man on the books Family cool, guess they still ride for the boy Ricky Fitz stay locked by the law, just wanna be free Yo, how you play your son? Peep that PX, sheriff Yo, my MO, burglary, PX, you heard of me I'm known to snatch safes, when you see me, don't say a word to me Silence when Rick's in the booth, spitting that third degree Touchdown, Sci home now, yo, God, it's time to eat [Hook] They're going on my mind forever Even when I think I'd never Get to where I'm going 'cause I Think it's a gonna be sweet This ain't a game that I'm fightin' I tell myself just for tryin' And if you try to stop me, well I'm Never gonna be free [Verse 3: Lex Starwind] Pressure cooker, the good looker for looking good, look Shook, you took and we take n***as for looking good Look like it's going good in your hood, we poppin' up Stalking on you wild, these pockets is guapin' up Who's co*kin' the Glock and mastered the stockin' and poppin' what? Orville Redenbacher, you're knockin', pockets is kinda tough Mines is kinda hurt, gotta find work, grind berserk Tick tock up on the clock upon the block, slide on work I'm on some nine to five, five to nine, ten to six penny flip While shorty at the crib flippin' heavy sh** Nodding off in cla** from long nights in the lab A strong slice to the pad got my pen leaking fluid Staff across the page like sheet music, G clef Modern street, new sh**, 4/4 time signature Vanderslice, swift beat kick, rhyme prime minister Standing mic, rip, type sick, my mind sinister [Hook] They're going on my mind forever Even when I think I'd never Get to where I'm going 'cause I Think it's a gonna be sweet This ain't a game that I'm fightin' I tell myself just for tryin' And if you try to stop me, well I'm Never gonna be free