Letra de PRESSURE - mgk

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The diamonds are symbolic of all the pressure they put on me until I shined (La-la-la, la-la-la-la)

My life is symbiotic with the culture, I could never, ever lose the vibe (La-la-la, la-la-la-la)

Make sure they rollin' one up for me 'cause it's been a long ride (La-la-la, la-la-la-la)

We doin' this one for Money T, keep his name alive (Yeah)

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Hold up

I know how to make an entrance

I hop out the truck in a fur with some henchmen (Hum)

You can skip the introduction

I'm introverted, I don't want your attention (Uh)

Stand on whatever I say, I'll say it to your face

I don't do it in mentions (For real)

I believe God had to put me through Hell

So that I could learn me a lesson

I was eleven (Damn)

Sharin' a bed with my dad, but didn't have a bedroom

In a recession (Yeah)

Six of us in a Ford Explorer, didn't have leg-room

Everything's destined (So)

It was inevitable, I take on his aggression

Mad at the world 'cause I'm feelin' rejected

Guessing I gotta die to be a legend

La-la-la, la-la-la-la

La-uh-la, la-la-la-la (Turn up)

Holy shit

Showin', showin' naked ass

C-Town, bring them slabs out (Out; boom, boom, boom)

Open the toilet and took a piss

Open my mouth, I'm talkin' shit (Uh)

Open accounts 'cause this money don't fit in the safe

My accountant can't count this shit (Drr), hm

This look counterfeit

If I wear it, it's priceless, can't count the fit (Yeah)

Stack it up tall as a mountain is (Yeah)

I grow money on trees like a botanist

(When you droppin' this?) Right now

I just made the hardest shit I ever heard right now

Wait a minute, look where I was and where I'm at right now

In a plane with no passengers in it, over Cleveland, 'bout to touch down

I got the car keys in the Carhartt

I don't need 'em, know I push and the car start (Skrrt)

I got the icing like a Pop Tart

And I stay spittin' fire like a Charizard (Hah)

I used to be broke, couldn't afford a heater, way back in the day when I was openin' for Wiz Khalifa (Yeah)

I just got myself out of an misdemeanor, he said that he wasn't there, I told him that I wasn't either (I wasn't)

I broke every bone except my middle finger (Fuck you)

Only had a heartbreak once, I won't have two

Free Young Thug, pour a two-liter

Why's everybody singin' like they're Dua Lipa? (Yeah)

La, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, yeah

Ayy, we doin' this shit one take

Green light, don't stop, go

I wear chains with my shirt off when I get my dick sucked

And she keep it in her throat like she got the hiccups

I ain't talkin' 'bout no mouth, though, if we hit the lick up

I don't sell, I used to snort this shit, open that brick up

I don't give a fuck about who streamin', pull the list up

I'm a father, look at what I did to raise these kids up

There won't be a day I need a vest under my zip-up

'Cause every time they tried to send a shot, it always missed us (Doo, drr)

I hear that shit in real life, I do not fear the afterlife

My cousin tried to suffocate me

He said the voice in his head was Jesus Christ

Healin' my bruise with a piece of ice

I held on myself when I needed a family

Instead, I was left to my own device

Swallowed the pill like a piece of rice

I slept in the attic, had demon nights

That's in the house off Lee Road

I saw my friend's eyes change, now he just a body with no soul

I been in the game, got a lot of exes, look like a cheat code (Oh)

I had a couple rappers leavin' out the spot with their teeth broke (Shh)

You can see the double Rs when I creep slow (When I creep slow)

You can't have my dick if you can't deep-throat (No)

Yeah, turn up my voice, make this beat low

I create the wave, but I don't own no beach clothes

Lately, I made a lot of enemies

Lately, I been goin' through it mentally

So, I gotta palm and a rock in my pocket in public

Protectin' my energy (Uh)

Spiritually, you couldn't measure me (No)

My soul has been here for a century (Yeah)

We came out of high school together

And now he tweakin' off the methamphetamine

(La, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la) We throwin' Ls like

(La, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la) Real up-the-way shit

(La, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la) You see those double Xs

(La, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la) We outside, bitch

(La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la) Throwin' Ls like

(La, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la) Real Cleveland shit

(La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la) You see those double Xs

(La, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la) We outside, bitch

Yeah, meet me on floor thirteen

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