Текст песни No Pressure, Ab-Soul, Jay Rock

Blue Chucks with my Locs on,
Hoping that the blood homies don't take it wrong,
And wipe me off the face of this earth,
And for the record, I am not banging the turf,
I ain't got no record, I ain't never laid a nigga to dirt,
And other than a nine to five I never had no work,
But that don't mean shit, I could still get murked,
Any given Sunday, In front of a church, chuch,
Tabernacle, chapel, If I ain't on the block I'm somewhere behind an apple,
Bottom model blotto, poppin' Old English like senior citizens speaking,
And me and legend blowing big kush,
In a little coupe the same size big foot's foot,
And now niggas looking up to me,
And I ain't even tall, It's hard to be.

Under the pressures off,
I said the pressures off,
I said the pressures off,
I said the pressures off.

See, The Pressure ret everywhere/er were,
And if it bust a pipe, it can take your life,
Right before your eyes, and your homie's too,
You had to run it cause the color of your tennis shoes,
And I hope you got a spare pair/sper per,
And a fresh pack of newports to calm your nerves,
Roll up the herb, that's my first name,
And I get high until I die, that's on my Daddy's grave,
You niggas wearin' a mask,
Trying to masquerade away from the facts, of your past,
In past tense I pass this like classes, a took a Curtis magnet,
I remember one time, one of the homies had a black burner in a black jacket,
Shit, who predicted he'd get hit before twenty one,
Black Jacket is, Trying to count your cards quicker than us,
I'm air tight never flinch when the,

Under the pressures off,
I said the pressures off,
I said the pressures off,
I said the pressures off.

When the pressure was on,
Niggas talk loud but they break wild, when the weapons are drawn,
I should hit ten in his dome, cause he a snitch he don't represent this gangster shit,
Shit, he don't know it feel to see your homie's cap peeled by the black steel, for real,
I can still see the blood spill its ill its ugly nasty,
Uh, Still keep the cannon/can in the back seat,
What, Puffin' the blunt, fully trucked,
For any nigga that wanna lay in the dust in the ford trucks,
Trust, I ain't with the B.S., I'm out the E.S.,
With a bad bitch/bietch,
Pro Club 1x tall, no V-neck
Show me where the cheese at, I ain't talkin' Cheese-Its,
Use to serve rocks out the block, Al Paci-ess,
Now I crush mics on the song,
Life's a gamble plus a nigga never fold when the,

Under the pressures off,
I said the pressures off,
I said the pressures off,
I said the pressures off.
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