Applying Pressure (Remix)

[Verse}
I just copped a designer bag for the first time
And I ain’t got nothing to put inside it, but it looks fire
I guess I just decided that I had to stunt a little bit
‘Cause I’ve been manifesting hella growth like a carcinogen
It seems like every rapper nowadays is less than average
And all the ones you claiming to be stars is just some asterisks
Been waiting on the scales to finally tip until they’re balancing
But I might have to fucking intervene, like I’m Thanos
Y’all been acting crazy, is you coo-coo?
Type to slip and fall and say you got yourself a boo-boo
Typе to get rejectеd and just blame it on your juju
The type that says, “I don’t know, hold on, let me check my mood ring”
Act like you know everything, I think you know like two things
Drive just like a pendulum, ‘cause you got hella mood swings
Every girl I’ve ever dated’s headed toward a downgrade
And I just spent a 100 fucking dollars on a soufflé
And it’s a new day, but I’m never on some old shit
It’s always all these yes-men that’s acting like they know shit
When their entire lives revolve around someone else’s
They’d probably end up homeless if their mama’s sold their houses
And I won’t live forever, but my flow a youth fountain
Text me your concerns so you can feel like you’re important
313-364-95, and then a 45
And save my name as Drake, because I give a dead beat more life
I’m a rap defibrillator, check the pressure applied
Every song becomes a lecture when that record is mine
And I never ask for extra, get it right the first time
It’s always people that do nothing that don’t have enough time
That shit’s ironic, ‘cause you know they had to clock-in
Take a bathroom break, so they could sign online and talk shit
Cover up that pit inside their stomach, that’s been rumbling
That’s probably gonna turn into a motherfucking mosh pit
And I don’t like to be a dick, but you’re an asshole
Insert a Kanye West bar, right here, about bleach
I deserve a throne inside a fucking castle
And a girl to do my bidding, one like, Cersei
I had to take a rocket-ship down to Cole World
‘Cause I remember not being shit in this world
But it seems all this time been good to me
'Cause now I rap like I’m on fucking Dreamville
And you ain’t on shit, you the rap Kellyanne Conway
But if you ever want to get that smoke, I’ll bring the ashtray
I used to give the wrong kind of people my attention
But, now the only thing I give them people is a bad day
And I am done meeting anybody else halfway
Everything I do now, I’m doing it my way
Y’all can keep talking to yourselves, to your heart’s content
But, every time I drop, it’s 808’s and heartbreak, bitch