Pressure 3

[Intro]
"You will recognize this guy. He was the scene-stealing opening act for Tech N9ne's last tour."
"Ayy, dude, I fucking love him, man. I saw you in Minneapolis. Fucking killed it. Thought you were better than Tech."
"Seeing you perform was potential. I haven't seen many people perform like that in that kind of way and I go to more than, like, two-thousand shows."
"You'd tell me all about the game and you were real about it [...] You didn't sugarcoat anything. You talked about your personal life, your little girl, and all that stuff, you know. You kept it real. [?]"

[Verse]
You'll never see the pain I hide behind a flipped frown
That's why I always pace and it's so hard for me to sit down
Showed 'em I was right when they told me that I should quit now
Been fightin' for my life and I just hit the twenty-fifth round
And it ain't over 'til that fat bitch is singin'
Could give a fuck if I'm winnin', 'cause I'm goin' out swingin'
I don't know if it's aggression or some sorta depression
I get into and begin to lose sight of all of my blessings
The hate starts to spread through my body like an infection
When I never have the answers to problems that I've been stressin'
Why you think I do this music? I'm tryin' to bring a check in
I need me an intervention, this has become an obsession
'Cause I gave up everything, strictly for the mic
Lost a crib and a wife with a kid, did it twice
'Cause the one I got now is about to walk out of my life
She hates I'm in and out of town and ain't around to hold her tight
But I don't trust no bitch, 'cause, to me, they're all alike
She tellin' me that she's at work, she's probably gettin' dick tonight
And I know I would of cut her if I knew I didn't love her
Except we don't even kiss, ain't even talkin' to each other
And my daughters missin' daddy so it makes it even tougher
To see rappin' as a job when my whole family gotta suffer
I lost another, still I'm sittin' here relyin'
On the fact that there's somebody out there that wanna sign him
But I'm gettin' sick of rhymin', they say this game is timin'
I just gotta put the time in and continue with the grindin'
Well, that was '06 and I don't know where all the time went
That's why I don't blame Gif for leavin' all this shit behind him
They say I got "it" and I just gotta get the shinin'
Maybe I ain't flawless and there's a crack inside this diamond
I was prayin' on my fuckin' knees, God, just give me something, please
Then I got the call about the tour and it was tough to squeeze
Killed it like it's nothin', we were buzzin' like a couple bees
The way we stole the show, me and my team were like a couple thieves
Felt like I made it and I didn't wanna fuckin' leave
But then it faded, now it's nothin' but a fuckin' tease
Can't even fuckin' breath, but this is my pain
It's way more than rap, this is a mind game
And it's been fuckin' up my mind frame
'Cause every time I think I'm right there it's like God let his mind change
That's why I wanna let this .9 bang
'Cause I dove into this bitch headfirst and caught a migraine
It's Real Talk to the death of me, this shit got the best of me
'Cause I got nothin' else and now this has to be my destiny
Used to think when everything would happen, God was testin' me
But I feel like I don't know how much fight I still got left in me
So if you wanna blow up, here's the recipe
But better than Real Talk is what you better be