No Pressure

[Verse 1: Jae Smoove]

No pressure, you don't nothing bout pressure
You better understand, what I'm writing man
See this enlightenment, look at your life again
I'm enticing it, they say love don't pay
But I never had connection with the things hoes say
Every nigga in the world is a g, AK's
Is his new best friend, in the streets all day
We in debt today, better keep my eye on the collection plate
The new recipe, I seen disorder, disfunction, court orders
The blocks I'm brought up, gang infested, couple years ago I seen Will arrested
Russell killed, mom's cancer kicked in
My grandpa died my whole faith was tested. That's pressure

[Hook: Jae Smoove]

My life ain't no damn good, inside it makes me sad
I leave myself no choice but to scribble into this pad
Yall don't know what yall got, sometimes it makes me mad
I do know one thing though my life's my life that's all I have

[Bridge 1: Navajo]

Pressure builds, sex appeal
If sex's a pill, I'd overdose
Dance with death, forgot the steps
Nightmare sweats, I slept comatose
Stress has swept away my ambition
Malcolm X can't annex my vision
Poor decisions, poor nutrition
My own accord, can't afford permission

[Verse 2: Jae Smoove]

Still pressure, but yall all know that
I was running ill laps, before for I made Ill tracks
Laps around the block, crooks on the watch, tried taking my watch
Can't stay the same spot, I was made for the lot, no other niggas taking my slot
I was raised in the gardens, hardened by violence
Dropped from the program, moved from the projects
Never understood, but my house is a target
Now we straight, made it back on the market
Drugs in the floor, up past curfew
Kick in the door, some dude cursing
I recognize his face, but who's this person
He hit my momma, he have no honor This is pressure

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Navajo]

I can feel that the tides are turning
My mind is weary my life's a burden
Hell is hot, smell fire burning
Smoke inhaled got my lungs hurting
Llamas bursting, crowd dispersing
Drop the curtain, that niggas gone
Mass appeal, almost killed
Aimless niggas might hit their own
In my bones, damn man I feel it
Damn it's a war and it's hard to conceal it
They claim they the realest, the illest and they all ride
But it's all lies, snitching on co-defendants
Heading down the wrong path, I can do my own math
Make it to 25, damn that's a stretch
Just needed guidance, cops want compliance
Might take myself out, life is a mess

[Bridge 2: Jae Smoove]

And I ain't looking for the stress, looking for the gold plated crest
Sess in my chest, hoping that these words can impress
I need more, damn having less
Dirt poor but I'm still feeling fresh

[Hook]