Pressure

[Verse 1]
You little fishes high off seaweed nigga?
Drown your shallow ass off into the deep end nigga
You ain't never been on the deep end befo'
Chase you little niggas down, like some Hen and Coke
I'm out in Minnesota in the Hennepin, though
Chilling in the county with my Hennepin folks
Playing dominoes, yeah, talking on the phone
I be up out this bitch in a minute and shit
Got 2 lawyers out there, killing this shit
On the top bunk, staring at the ceiling and shit
Thinking when I get up out here, I'm killing this shit
Finna to represent against all the feminine shit
Niggas dressing like chicks, eating feminine fish
Trying to turn the rap game to a feminine grip
Leave the feminine shit to the women my nigg
Bet you femininite niggas ain't feeling this shit

[Talking]
The pressure nigga
Ugh
Its that pressure nigga
Chyea Chyea

[Verse 2]
The rap game turned W-W-F
All this fake shit, all they need is ??? and belts
??? with a whole bunch of bullshit
And do they own stunts and post it up theyself
Generation lost and they crying for help
The industry puppets ain't sharing the wealth
Less you're doing something strange for a little piece of change
Pimp C tried to give you niggas the game
But you industry cats ain't stand up wit him
Had him fighting by himself, just Bun B wit him
Ima keep the Under Ground Kings dream alive
You closet ass niggas need to come outside
Young boys watching all these punks get scrilla
Lil nigga lost, now they need a mentor
Now he shooting videos, pointing his pistol
Better teach him now, before he get lost in the system