snap back to reality the pressure tired my eyes wired wanna spin tires escape somewhere like the pirates moat homey boats can get you down there in an hour silence and bright fire loungin in light attire my daddy wanna retire hes almost sixty years hes everything i admire thinkin why take a shot as i plot how i would knot it i rubber band the retirement green like ireland in lucky pick 3 eyein em escape environments and lowly tyrants ridin out in the silence hearin the sirens still feel the chills the pressure of being ill as this how the team feel about me like collin kaepernick started from the bottom and graduated to leadership city hate but want me to pacify all the pessimists aint it crazy aint it crazy how they all are now behavins bitch dont kill my vibe understand all that woodys not saying singin another tune another mf doom wanted two face be hopin this tan in your moon ayo light take all the delight they hated before but now huh they love ya for life the pressure i fight to stay on the path of my life to write the right so many wrongs we rollin the dice on make better songs theyll sing at their proms theyll share with their moms like look her era da bomb bond with me for a minute this is life can get the best of ya dont let it tonight the pressure the pressure the pressure celebrations im overdosin the vodka all the days at mi casa workin i had to blossom no one now in mi classa i graduated the roster from so so s to new flows tony kukcoc i block a buck told em all to get tough wanna be a rapper biggie 3k 2pac a get some hoes in your stockings hard work but yall wanna flirt success block us gold silver and platinum everybody gon mock em its quite shockin like thunderstorms in nevada the way they treat you tomorrow if ever you hit rock bottom they all change another tune sang like lady gaga the fame monster humongous im like a kaka seen straight through it so never was victim to it the pressure that come along with everything that we doin im tired my eyes wired wanna cry a bit im strong its just sometimes i need to ex a tit out fightin exorcists demons hide cause i still abide by the angel on my ride side with no man sell my soul for change the pressure to stay true and never fall for fame  dealing with the pressure school of hard knocks new semester i told you that the ducthie the professor probably on the low like soul brotha in mecca work on the table with the gun on the dresser i think i lost my mind like heath ledger in the dark knight light the dutchie hoping that it spark right clap and hysteria captain americas shield couldnt block all this real shit im tellin ya like a felony i bury ya niggas still hustle a plate a roll a carrier my pressure bust pipes homey fuck it you better think about your life homey epic poetry ask rapsody you want the hardest nigga better ask for me now thats actually near factually i told 9th wonder im the tenth get back at me 