No Pressure - Sha Hef

Niggas got the nerve to ask me if you feel pressure like we ain’t get all this

shit out the fuckin' mud, man

Know what I’m sayin?

If I did it once I do it twice, know what I’m saying

The fuck is you talking 'bout?

There was never no pressure, they ain’t rappers they wrestlers

In the kitchen whipping extras, might just go and cop a Tesla

There was never no pressure, there was never no pressure

There was never no pressure, thirty-eight, I’m special

Ain’t no pressure got the weapon on me

B.M.M.

and O.T.M, I’m repping homie

Bang the hood, I got the section on me

Fuck the feds, my only testimony

Hope you watch where you stepping homie

All the brodies with the extra’s homie

Acting brazy, we gon' x him out

G-check him, then he checking out

Let it off or I might deck him out

Know exactly what the set about

Was selling smack, I found a better route

Free RetcH until they let him out

Pray for us, need some better days

Mama say I need some better ways

Still do petty shit for better pay

Yeah I rap, but I still let it spray

Send his ass up to Allah

Hundred grams and with the shit in a jar

Dirty stick and half a brick in the car

Heard he sick, he seen his bitch with a star

Crack a seal, no I don’t sit at the bar

Half a stick, I got your bitch on the bar

Only hit her if the bitch up to par

In the trenches they treat me like a Czar

I make it rain then clear it out

Lead showers, we gon' air it out

Take your bitch and then we ware it out

We the ones these bitches care about

We the ones the streets hear about

So we ain’t feeling no pressure

Judge a perc by the texture

Thirty-eight, I’m special

There was never no pressure, they ain’t rappers they wrestlers

In the kitchen whipping extras, might just go and cop a Tesla

There was never no pressure, there was never no pressure

There was never no pressure, thirty-eight, I’m special

Two bitches and two cups

Two straps, don’t give two fucks

Two flips, now I’m too up

Niggas talking like they knew us

They sold crack where I grew up

And shoot niggas where I came up

Did the same to get my name up

OG said we fucked the game up

Say you niggas wouldn’t save us

Same drugs is what payed us

Same streets is what raised us

So pussy how could you blame us

Ain’t teach us, they be 'taint us

Caged in, rearranged us

They wanna see a nigga chained up

Black panther, probably flamed up

I’ma get it on my own time

Got it popping on my own rhyme

Really living out my own rhymes

When it’s beef I tote my own nine

Fuck a shooter, do my own crimes

Keep a seal up on my own lines

Niggas on another nigga dick

I’ma boss nigga, got my own mob

There was never no pressure, they ain’t rappers they wrestlers

In the kitchen whipping extras, might just go and cop a Tesla

There was never no pressure, there was never no pressure

There was never no pressure, thirty-eight, I’m special