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letra de no pressure - sha hef

[intro]
n-ggas got the nerve to ask me if you feel pressure like we ain’t get all this sh-t out the f-ckin’ mud, man
know what i’m sayin? if i did it once i do it twice, know what i’m saying
the f-ck is you talking ’bout?

[hook x2]
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

[verse 1]
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
f-ck 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 sh-t for better pay
yeah i rap, but i still let it spray
send his -ss up to allah
hundred grams and with the sh-t in a jar
dirty stick and half a brick in the car
heard he sick, he seen his b-tch with a star
crack a seal, no i don’t sit at the bar
half a stick, i got your b-tch on the bar
only hit her if the b-tch 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 b-tch and then we ware it out
we the ones these b-tches 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

[interlude]

[verse 2]
two b-tches and two cups
two straps, don’t give two f-cks
two flips, now i’m too up
n-ggas talking like they knew us
they sold crack where i grew up
and shoot n-ggas where i came up
did the same to get my name up
og said we f-cked the game up
say you n-ggas wouldn’t save us
same drugs is what payed us
same streets is what raised us
so p-ssy how could you blame us
ain’t teach us, they be ‘taint us
caged in, rearranged us
they wanna see a n-gga 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
f-ck a shooter, do my own crimes
keep a seal up on my own lines
n-ggas on another n-gga d-ck
i’ma boss n-gga, got my own mob

[hook x4]
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

- sha hef

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