Born in it, not sworn in it
(Whoop!)
If a nigga play with me, then he got' get it (ya heard)
Thoo-thoo-thoo-thoo

And we gon' die for it
Lights out when we ride for it
Man I feel like I’m the realest nigga alive in this bitch (bih-bih)
If its up then its stuck boy,
I promise if a nigga play with me I'ma dive in his shit

Pressure pack
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Whoop!
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(Pressure-Pressure-Pressure pack)

And we gon' die for it
Lights out when we ride for it
Man I feel like I’m the realest nigga alive in this bitch (bih-bih)
If its up then its stuck boy,
I promise if a nigga play with me I'ma dive in his shit

Ughh
Barefooted, walkin' on a razor blade, playa made,
All I care about is gettin' major paid
Niggas still ridin' roun bumpin' that lil' tape I made,
When I had a taper fade (Whoop)
I been the sickest, who gon' say I’m not
Who gon' say I’m hot
Who gon' tell you that they got shot,
Playin' on my top
Bet you jump back on my dick, on the day it drop,
You’ll spray a opp, who’ll spray a cop
I just dropped the beaker in a pot,
And I pray it lock
That’s the way I rock, vicious on the clock,
Everywhere I go you know they strapped,
Switches on a Glock
Snitches on the block, fuck with them catch a 3 to 10,
They'll tell on they mama for to never see the pen
Streets turned pussy, last ten I could see the trend
Bitch I been could see the end
You a stupid mutha fucka you ain’t bet on me to win
Now eat that dick up
Don't call me if it ain't no money
Cause' I ain't gon' pick up,
Lil' bitch

Pressure pack
(Pressure pack)
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(Pressure-Pressure-Pressure pack)
Whoop!
Pressure pack
(Pressure pack)
Pressure pack
(Pressure pack)
Pressure pack
(Pressure-Pressure-Pressure pack)

And we gon' die for it
Lights out when we ride for it
Man I feel like I’m the realest nigga alive in this bitch (bih-bih)
If its up then its stuck boy,
I promise if a nigga play with me I'ma dive in his shit

I got that pressure by the pound ho (whoop)
And I'ma let it drop, on you niggas head if its up
Go sit yo stupid ass down ho
Do not go to fuckin' with my vibe
It might be a homicide,
Get up off a nigga dick and move around (ho)
Money talk, listening at you niggas I hear dummy talk
Reachin' out to me now,
Lookin' like when a mummy walk
Got it wrapped, no conversation less you got bout a stack,
The official fuck with me cause' my shit be a lot of facts
Boss game, show em' bout purity and bout how to tax,
Finessin' my way thru a city that catch a lot of hats
Plus it be a lot of rats, (uh-huh)
Don’t want yo business slippin' thru cause its a lot of cracks,
Bitch didn't I tell ya

We gon' die for it
Lights out when we ride for it
Man I feel like I’m the realest nigga alive in this bitch
If its up then its stuck boy,
I promise if a nigga play with me I'ma dive in his shit

Pressure pack
(Pressure pack)
Pressure pack
(Pressure pack)
Pressure pack
(Pressure-Pressure-Pressure pack)
Whoop!
Pressure pack
(Pressure pack)
Pressure pack
(Pressure pack)
Pressure pack
(Pressure-Pressure-Pressure pack)

And we gon' die for it
Lights out when we ride for it
Man I feel like I’m the realest nigga alive in this bitch (bih-bih)
If its up then its stuck boy,
I promise if a nigga play with me I'ma dive in his shit