Pressure - 21 Savage, Real Recognize Rio

Yeah, yeah

Triple R

Fuck you mean, you don’t know DJ Marc B?

Triple R

Yeah, yeah, I’m feelin' pressure

Like for real

Triple R

I’m feelin' pressure, lil' bitch talkin' crazy, want a dip, I’ma let ya'

Nigga ran off on me, know it’s OV when I catch you

Tried to put him on, he crossed me out, now I can’t help him

Leave one nigga dead right in the street, he need a stretcher

Wake up everyday and grab the pistol out the dresser

I just poured four sip, my cup is dark as Dr. Pepper

I feel like Kurt Angle, I can’t leave without the medal

I can’t chase these bitches, I got money on my schedule

Workin' everyday, I swear I’m on another level

Triple R get hot, shit, get to close and I’ma melt ya

Niggas ain’t know shit, these niggas smaller than a pebble

I came off fu' shit, my pockets swoller than a wrestler

Told lil' bae she fuckin' with a king like she Coretta

I know nigga who play with them blood like they Griselda

Shawty seen my neck and lost her breath, need an inhaler

I might be trippin' but I ain’t slippin', I just know-

I’m feelin' pressure, lil' bitch talkin' crazy, want a dip, I’ma let ya'

Nigga ran off on me, know it’s OV when I catch you

Tried to put him on, he crossed me out, now I can’t help him

Leave one nigga dead right in the street, he need a stretcher

Wake up everyday and grab the pistol out the dresser

I just poured four sip, my cup is dark as Dr. Pepper

I feel like Kurt Angle, I can’t leave without the medal

I can’t chase these bitches, I got money on my schedule

I ain’t chasin' none of you hoes, fuck all you niggas

You know how I’m comin', I’m silent like B’s, I hustle like Jigga

Slept in the banner with tears, roaches on the floor

Buzz in the bed, swear I was thuggin', it was near my pistol

Kick me out of school, I went to the hound way before the uniform change

First I was robbin', shootin' and graduatin', started robbin' dice game

Pull up in a skrr-skrr, let it squirt, squirt, 21 gang, gang

Whole crew rockin' Eliantte, nigga we the real chain gang

Still screamin' «Gang, gang» 'til they lock my niggas in the chain gang free

Fourth quarter, three seconds left, nigga you can put it all on me

How you let your problems build up, turn around and let 'em fall on me?

Takin' advantage 'cause I’m good hearted and you can call on me

I’m feelin' pressure lil' bitch talkin' crazy, want a dip, I’ma let ya'

Nigga ran off on me, know it’s OV when I catch you

Tried to put him on, he crossed me out, now I can’t help him

Leave one nigga dead right in the street, he need a stretcher

Wake up everyday and grab the pistol out the dresser

I just poured four sip, my cup is dark as Dr. Pepper

I feel like Kurt Angle, I can’t leave without the medal

I can’t chase these bitches, I got money on my schedule