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letra de pressure - real recognize rio

[intro]
yeah, yeah
triple r
f-ck you mean, you don’t know dj marc b?
triple r
yeah, yeah, i’m feelin’ pressure
like for real
triple r

[chorus: real recognize rio]
i’m feelin’ pressure, lil’ b-tch talkin’ crazy, want a dip, i’ma let ya’
n-gga 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 n-gga 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 b-tches, i got money on my schedule

[verse 1: real recognize rio]
workin’ everyday, i swear i’m on another level
triple r get hot, sh-t, get to close and i’ma melt ya
n-ggas ain’t know sh-t, these n-ggas smaller than a pebble
i came off fu’ sh-t, my pockets swoller than a wrestler
told lil’ bae she f-ckin’ with a king like she coretta
i know n-gga 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-

[verse 2: 21 savage]
i ain’t chasin’ none of you hoes, f-ck all you n-ggas
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, n-gga we the real chain gang
still screamin’ “gang, gang” ’til they lock my n-ggas in the chain gang free
fourth quarter, three seconds left, n-gga 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

[chorus: real recognize rio]
i’m feelin’ pressure lil’ b-tch talkin’ crazy, want a dip, i’ma let ya’
n-gga 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 n-gga 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 b-tches, i got money on my schedule

- real recognize rio

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