Logic - Under Pressure [Rhymes & Punches] | Текст песни

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• Under Pressure [Rhymes & Punches]

[Hook]
Work so fucking much, my greatest fear is I'ma die alone
Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's the milestone
People calling me, asking me for money, man
The only thing I'ma give you mother fuckers is the dial tone

[Verse 1]
Flashbacks of a youngin' sipping that purple Kool Aid
Skipping school with my homies and chiefing reefer for two days
Running from the law, living how I'm living, fuck 'em all
Bumping Triple Six, Hennessy in my cup, driving through the sticks
Who the bitch, riding with me? Man, the devil tryna' get me
Motivated, undereducated, and hated, but finally getting cake like a happy belated
Bitch I made it, we on
Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it, write it, record it, mix it, master it, press it up, unveil it
Feel like I've been waiting forever, forever to inherit
This is war, I declare it
Time is money, I can't spare it
Futuristic, so simplistic
Please decipher my linguistics
Slow it down, Robitussin
I'm the king, ain't no discussion
And now we blowing up like spontaneous human combustion
My consumption is the illest
Section 8, I know you feel this
On the come up, what they run up on you for nothing at all
Brighter than eleven suns, this the first, where my funds?
EBT has the car, I thank God, I thank God
But it's hard
But it's hard

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
God damn
God damn, we at it again
Me and my homies that know me blowing up like the Taliban
Yeah my stress up, but I'm blessed up
Fuck around and get messed up
When I murder the rhyme, I'm living divine, you know that I'm one of a kind
Lemme get it right now, ho
Draped up and I'm dripped out
Right now, ho
Caked up 'til I cash out
And I got em all wondering how, so
On the down-low
Haters drown slow
On the down-low
Haters drown slow
Oh God, my God, we got it all right
Oh God, my God, we gotta get it right
These fuckers for size, they just a mirage, right?
I said these fuckers for size, they just a mirage, right?
Tell me that they love me, know damn well that they don't give a fuck
I be on that finger flipping killing shit up in the cut, that's what's up
All these bitches out here tryna gas it up
This is everything I ever wanted, I can't pass it up
Life changed in a year, couldn't happen fast enough
"Can I do it like you do it?" That's what they be asking us
White bands, black card, bitch better get your plastic up
Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting up
Live it up, hold on to your dream, don't ever give it up
Finally had my share of success, and shit, I can't get enough
Now they know my name through the nation
Cause my single like that good shit, man, always in rotation
Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations
Stacking profit on profit, from this music I'm making
Even Jesus had haters, so when you feeling forsaken
Tell 'em jealous Judas is who this is, and man, that'll break 'em
Bitch I'm still the same
Dash of auto tune so you can feel the pain
Broke as fuck, back in that basement, not a dollar to my name
Chasing fame, chasing glory, 'til the day we make a story
Positive that life ain't mine, bitch you can take that shit to Maury

[Hook]

[Outro]
I been working hard, I been searching for God
I been working hard, I been searching for God
Little brother, this is your sister, you're busy, I getcha
But I insist you call me back cause I miss you
I wish you well
Well, I wish you would call
Cause lately you feel like I'm just not your sister at all...

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