Pressure

Pressure from the past
Got a lot of that
I can't ever lack, ain't no turning back
I just want the racks, bigger better bags
Gotta get it fast
Foot stuck on the gas

Life I'll flow through fluent
Your lies
Line up congruent
In the night
They don't know what I'm doing

Mind on money
Bitch, I'm paper pursuing
I'mma beast
Back the fuck up off of me
Fuck a demon
Bitch the devil wouldn't spare with me

I might just wait for you to sleep
And slit ya arteries
I know I always fall apart but that's apart of me

Pressure from the past
Got a lot of that
I can't ever lack, ain't no turning back
I just want the racks, bigger better bags
Gotta get it fast
Foot stuck on the gas
Pressure from the past
Got a lot of that
I can't ever lack, ain't no turning back
I just want the racks, bigger better bags
Gotta get it fast
Foot stuck on the gas

Had to let 'em go
I'll get big on my own
Niggas they like maggots
They just leech off and go
No I don't respond, I don't pick up my phone
I don't like to talk

So just leave me alone
Tell a bitch quick grip this
She rode my dick like a ripstick
Leaving lipstick
Then I dip quick
She can't fix this
I made the shit list

Pressure from the past
Got a lot of that
I can't ever lack, ain't no turning back
I just want the racks, bigger better bags
Gotta get it fast
Foot stuck on the gas
Pressure from the past
Got a lot of that
I can't ever lack, ain't no turning back
I just want the racks, bigger better bags
Gotta get it fast
Foot stuck on the gas