Pressure (TM2)

[Chorus ?]
You gotta trust your timing, you know it's always perfect timing
You know the pressure always make good diamonds
I don't even post no throwback Thirsdays, I can't look behind me
Where was you when we was at the bottom?
Who are you niggas? You don't know [?]
Getting the money, avoiding the drama
Shooting like Martin, he coming for Tommy
Hit you with Tommy rounds
They tryna lock me down
But I got options now
[?] like pasta now
[?] money shit just like it's a sport
Imma score like Curry and [?]
She the one that a nigga ador
Me a more, get put in Deore

[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
Have the speed when I hop in the Porshe, they know we started shit from the floor
Got the key, now I'm opening doors
Tryna be on the cover of Forbs
Hot in the streets, you ain't jumped off the porch
A nigga sweet, then he gotta get torched
Money clean, I ain't taking no [?]
[?] couldn't aford
No TBT, blowing up like TNT
This money stretch like limozeen
Bitches tryna get in between
But they won't get a fraction
Diamonds spazzin, and they overreacting
Had to put the hood right back on the map
And go and get some money, keep this shit stackin
Niggas fake, I don't believe all of they captions
In the Wraighth, I'm getting higher than Nasa
You ain't working, why the fuck is you asking?
Ship them packs in, then we wait for the package
[?] get it in fast
Out on the block till the sun is up
If that nigga playing around with the bag, I guess the boy must be dumb or something

[Chorus ?]
You gotta trust your timing, you know it's always perfect timing
You know the pressure always make good diamonds
I don't even post no throwback Thirsdays, I can't look behind me
Where was you when we was at the bottom?
Who are you niggas? You don't know [?]
Getting the money, avoiding the drama
Shooting like Martin, he coming for Tommy
Hit you with Tommy rounds
They tryna lock me down
But I got options now
[?] like pasta now
[?] money shit just like it's a sport
Imma score like Curry and [?]
She the one that a nigga ador
Me a more, get put in Deore

[Verse 2 ?]
Got a big bag, but I want more
With the Mozzerati [?]
I pull up, push [?] the floor
[?] open the door
[?]
[?] from a distance, [?] make sure that they're still alive
I tell the teller to give me my dollars, [?]
Got a big pile of the doegh
And that shit came with a hose
[?] with my bros
I split it up with my bros
Shots on the team like D. Rose
[?]
Niggas sick, they give me a cold
I was stuck in the trap, and I wouldn't go back until all of these racks [?]
Thy told me not to go back, but I went back to back time
Niggas is [?], my pockets is fat [?]
I'm in my lane like [?]
You couldn't get on the roster
The bills is tangled like pasta
I don't [?] deposit
Woke up [?]
Woke up like I'm James Harden
Talking money in the morning
Making money while you yauning
I don't trap with the bracelet on, [?] cases on him

[Chorus ?]
You gotta trust your timing, you know it's always perfect timing
You know the pressure always make good diamonds
I don't even post no throwback Thirsdays, I can't look behind me
Where was you when we was at the bottom?
Who are you niggas? You don't know [?]
Getting the money, avoiding the drama
Shooting like Martin, he coming for Tommy
Hit you with Tommy rounds
They tryna lock me down
But I got options now
[?] like pasta now
[?] money shit just like it's a sport
Imma score like Curry and [?]
She the one that a nigga ador
Me a more, get put in Deore

[Verse 3 ?]
She wanna drip in Deore, let's run up and go buy out the store
I hit from the back, she gon come back for more
She know I'm that nigga [?]
Coming from nothing, I just wanna ball
Foot on they neck, other foot in the door
[?] fuck up [?]
Stuck on the block, I knew it was war
It's a lotta hate when you coming from getting nothing to making money
Maybe these niggas broke, so they throwing shade, so we take a [?] sunny
These lil bitches they adore me, when I ain't have nothing, they ain't want me
[?] is like 06, with the sidekick and rugby
Those is Off White, bitch don't touch me
And I heard they said I'm moving funny
Having the same clothes for like three days, I was really rtrappin moving duzzins
I was really trappin, nigga trust me
[?]
[?] she say she love me
This the perfect time to get some money

[Chorus ?]
You gotta trust your timing, you know it's always perfect timing
You know the pressure always make good diamonds
I don't even post no throwback Thirsdays, I can't look behind me
Where was you when we was at the bottom?
Who are you niggas? You don't know [?]
Getting the money, avoiding the drama
Shooting like Martin, he coming for Tommy
Hit you with Tommy rounds
They tryna lock me down
But I got options now
[?] like pasta now
[?] money shit just like it's a sport
Imma score like Curry and [?]
She the one that a nigga ador
Me a more, get put in Deore