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letra de pressure - rey morado

[verse 1]
sharp pain in my mental
could it be the backdoor, rely on my pencil
they braggin bout backwoodz, im feelin like simba
i be voicin; my ‘pinion, n-ggas gettin’ offended
somebody choppin’ onions, crocodilian fixtures
brown and the white, that’s a h-ll of a mixture
i rather mix strains to nic the strain the stress popped my brain
i’m way left wit it, ain’t no write or wrong watch ya steps tho
pain in my voice, you think i suffer from strep throat
energy in the pen whole ‘brary of death notes
honestly, if i could bury it all i’da let go
only give so much, leave it on the next note
i ain’t even shocked, n-ggas prolly steal my next quote
young n-gga, time p-ssin’ fast, hit my gut slow
never enough, if i was greedy as n-ggas i’d prolly already give up or feel defeated
i ain’t perfect tho
always f-ckin’ workin’ but feel like i’m never workin’
with fear of the closin’ curtin, it’s death cause i’m not desertin’
the idea i been flirted around, like yeen heard of it now
but i keep, i keep keep holdin’ it down

[chorus]
holdin it down, holdin’ it down
i keep keep holdin’ it down, holdin’ it down, holdin’ it down
i keep keep holdin’ it down, holdin’ it down, holdin’ it down
i keep keep holdin’ it down, holdin’ it down, holdin’ it down
down, down, down

[carla.] [verse 2]
you watch my life put in work, still toss my name in dirt
funny the jokes on you, my girl food make you girl squirt
this tree be freeing labor, but i ain’t small in my shirt
southside don’t get hurt, my verbal is herbal
my thoughts make me turtle, i’m sh-llin’ myself for material things you splurged on
cause i just go deeper and deeper, into the rabbit hole i can’t feel her
it’s eternal, its the tree that we burn ooh, feed seeds to the furnace, h-ll is here where you runnin
i just learned to keep my head in the game, i can’t stress that imagination should be first on ya team
its supreme
i ain’t talkin’ bout the gangs we don’t see, yea my clique fulla crabs and they runnin’ five deep
i ain’t frontin bout a gang, but the waters on e
the ocean kids out here leading the sheep
an ocean near but the fires on, and me and megatron will make a song superseding the audoboun

- rey morado

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