Bricc Baby Shitro feat. Kid Ink no pressure

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I'm so heavy in the game
My pockets got a little weight.
I'm so heavy with the chain
it feel like my neck about to break.
When it come to champagne I'ma drank,
Fast livin, little nigga check your pace.
You tryna battle in the club? Play your cards right
You see them bottles of the Ace.
Them bottles go to waste,
just got another phone alert from Chase.
I been on hold all day,
them kinda problems you probably just don't relate.
I just tryna keep it?
But you niggas seem to keep on getting jealous
I don't know what the lesson is,
I'm doing me you can keep on doing *less of it*?
I don't know about the pressure, got money on the dresser.
You've been trying to stay relevant and,
We been getting to it, no pressure.
We been getting to it, no pressure.
We been getting to it, no pressure.
I'm screaming fuck the competition son of a brick I always had a pot to piss in.
Son of a brick I always had a pot to whip in
I could show you how to stretch it, how to remix it.
You can get a whole thing ya 36 it.
And if a nigga want a zip, I serve it to him quickly.
I'm catching plays in the hood, ya I'm politicin.
And if a nigga try to run I turn into a?
Asalayum alaykum let him meet his maker.
Hear the fat lady sing
Anita Baker
I mix the purple with the yellow now Im sippin lean
Me and money stick together like we blood-related.
And I donno about the pressure, I will never see the great depression? gang ballin no recession
While yall niggas stressin,
I'm in the trap counting blessing's
I don't know about the pressure, got money on the dresser.
You've been trying to stay relevant and,
We been getting to it, no pressure.
We been getting to it, no pressure.
We been getting to it, no pressure.

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