PRESSURE

Feeling different as of lately
Got me moving got me pacing
When it feels like I’ve been calling tryna chase shit
Pressure on me, time and face me
I’ve been watching, you be baiting
All my friends is moving on and I be waiting
When my turning bout to call me Turney paging
Yeah, my dollars started
But the pen dry or two
Babe I haven’t even been trying to

I could never stand by idle
The plan is to stand by my idols
With standing time
Like hand prints insane
I can’t fade away
If I even tried to
And I would never lie just make a record spin
So you know that every line that I put records in
This inaccurate depiction of my feels and my vision
Is the difference of when you listen and put you headphones in
Tell my story for some pocket change
Young boy that just rocked a fade
I drop stepped when they locked away
I got hate when I dropped the frames
Cause a lot ain’t fit for change
I’m in my lane and I ain’t gonna sprint this race
The towel wash and depend on this choice
Allow time to question my emprise
My downtime is spent to listen and make sense
I’m gone