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letra de pressure - vatic

[verse 1: vatic]
i done gave to the tribe
and the weak ones who left
sh-t they left out my mind
and the ones who are left could be left here to die
mentality now is not to just survive
go in the jungle and thrive
look at these motherf-ckers in they eyes
scream “f-ck you” and ride
my homies besides
me as we climb to the top
staining dirt in the sky
we some struggling poor people
never thought this sh-t was really pure evil
really wants to kick you down hold and keep you
down at the bottom to conform and equal
something
plain in the dark
i’m the flame and the spark
i do not have a choice
i would bleed and then wait for a shark
it gets deeper than pain
in the heart so specific
don’t know where to start
(gyea)
working with the path unfolding
everybody acting gory
not exactly lying
they just only telling half the story
people getting mad annoying
hiding with the pamphlet
showing bodies in the laboratory
haters getting madder for me
liars f-cking madd inform me
my partners matter for me
pressure becomes mandatory
live up to the category
deep inside they can’t control me
homie f-ck the world
but know that b-tch gone take you back to maury

[hook: vatic]
working every chance i make i’m never stopping
(never stopping)
i’m a keep on going like its fibonacci (till we eating hoe)
my momma see me working
she could tell its not me ( oo oo ah ah ah ah)
thank god, thank god, thank god
i got this pressure on me

[verse 2: vlad]
if i send the pieces to peace
middle fingers between us
a product of pressure
gods little devil
bite back and bring flesh up
can’t handle it all
i grab on my b-lls when my backs on the wall
and made friends with my evils
im tryna die late like expansion of pupils
being this tough sh-t
it might just be useful
its driving my coocoo
this sh-t is not what i’m used to
conforming stories
are horror-forming
chloroform me
and take me away
to you non-believers
got nothing to say?
i gotta make it not tomorrow, today
if god gives me pressure
i won’t f-cking pray
and everybody wants some more time from me
even with two eyes
you’re too blind to see
you wanna ride with me
i’m on a climb to reach
everything that i want
i confess that whats next is a mess
b-tch, i put that sh-t on my mommas neck
mention my name and its plain disrespect
i dont hold back, what is there to get?
push and the walls are gon’ be painted red
in my head thats how far that i’m pressed
i’m stuck at the bottom of ten thousand bodies
theres no way to stop me
’til i die or get bodied yall gon deal with me

[hook 2 : vatic]
working every chance i make i’m never stopping
(never stopping)
i’m a keep on going like its fibonacci (till we eating hoe)
my momma see me working
she could tell its not me ( oo oo ah ah ah ah)
thank god, thank god, thank god
i got this pressure on me

- vatic

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