Under Pressure*

[Verse 1: Almighty U-Sorcerer]
Yeah, under pressure like MJ with the final shot in '98
These pussy niggas got me heated like a microwave
Roses are red and my flow come from the same garden
13 shots to your fucking face, no James Harden
I take a L, only make me determine me to train harder
So I can knock your lights out, no Dwayne Carter
I'm a bit smarter, I can probably go and hit harder
Y'all jumping to conclusions like your name is Vince Carter
Shout out to Frank Ocean, he taught me to swim farther
Icebergs on the wall, washing a ton, nigga, twin chopper
I got sorcery in my blood, I just might be a witch doctor
Pocket full of all that green, nigga, Spin Doctors
Dishwasher, leave you ugly rappers drying out
Y'all dying out, like Lebron, y'all crying foul
That's your girl? Well, I'm in love with her purpose
I got so many purchases, bitch, I am customer service

[Hook: Almighty U-Sorcerer]
I got so many wins, Bill Russell be jealous of me
I'm taking rings, I just thought that I should tell somebody
At about 3 in the morning, driving past your house
While you passing out, bodies, we be dragging out

[Verse 2: Almighty U-Sorcerer]
I'm under pressure like it's '86, bitch, I'm Ralph Sampson
Hold these pussies up in my hands while I'm tap dancing
Yes, I'm so out of this world, bitch, it's a crash landing
Might have to pull out this Draco cause niggas trespassing
Might have to pull out this sorcery, I be spell casting
I see these niggas taking L's and I can't help laughing
My diamonds so wet that them shits look like Bikini Bottom
My Hogwarts letters disappeared, call me Houdini Potter
Your bitch be wet like Fiji water, or like Klay Thompson
I ain't no motherfucking Django, fuck a slave auction
I'm a good shooter, got the clip like I'm J.J Redick
Just kidding, I ain't even shoot, gon' give the AK credit
Eric Gordon shot, Eric Gordon shot
Look like your games come to an end, Orson Scott
Shout out to House of Pain, they taught me how to jump around
Westbrook flow, niggas gonna feel the thunder now

[Hook: Almighty U-Sorcerer]
I got so many wins, Bill Russell be jealous of me
I'm taking rings, I just thought that I should tell somebody
At about 3 in the morning, driving past your house
While you passing out, bodies, we be dragging out

[Verse 3: KUZGUN]
Shit going U.P., that’s why I stay under pressure
Fuck your mentions, "friends" lists, and friendships
The name-drops don’t make me Game, I’m not playing
Niggas wanted a fly rapper, they got left with a guy called Raven
All these niggas come along, till JC drop Come Alone
So you niggas just run along, before you get fucked up, homes
I’m not chasing chicks nor relationships
I’m chasing chips, trying to get fresh air like a bag of Lays and shit
I still rep Barcelona, Venezuela, calm your ass, whore
I’d only rep Barcelona, Spain, if a nigga needs to see a passport
That’s why we making bitches choke like PSG
Niggas rep Blood but they're scared to bleed, real? Please
American Crime Story Version of Versace
Stopped praying for God, I just pray that God got me
These niggas all want to be compadres until they new chick con papi
Niggas think they can stop me, till I pull up, half-court, two niggas on me