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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Logic
Vocals
Steve Wyreman
Guitar
Claire Courchene
Cello
Tom Lea
Viola
Kevin Randolph
Piano
Ill Camille
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Wyreman
Songwriter
Rob Kinelski
Songwriter
Claire Courchene
Composer
Kevin Randolph
Composer
Robert Bryson Hall
Composer
Robert Mellin
Songwriter
Guy Wood
Songwriter
George Clinton
Songwriter
William Collins
Composer
Lorenzo Patterson
Songwriter
Abrim Tilmon
Songwriter
Bernie Worrell
Songwriter
Eric Wright
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Logic
Producer
Steve Wyreman
Additional Producer
Rob Kinelski
Additional Producer
6ix
Additional Producer
Bobby Campbell
Mixing Engineer
C-Sick
Additional Producer
Casey Cuayo
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Work so fucking much, my greatest fear is I'ma die alone
Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone
You been calling me asking for money, man
The only thing I'ma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone
Flashback to a youngin', sipping that purple Kool-Aid
Skipping school with my homies, and chief that reefer for too late
Running from the law, living how I'm living, fuck 'em all
Bumping Triple 6, Hennessy in my cup, driving through the sticks
Who the bitch riding with me? Man, the Devil tryna get me
Motivated, under-educated, and hated
But finally getting cake like a happy belated, bitch, I made it, we on
Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it
Write it, record it, mix it, master it, press it up, unveil it
Feel like I been waiting forever, forever to inherit
This is war, I declare it, time is money, I can't spare it
Futuristic so simplistic, please decipher my linguistics
Slow it down, Robitussin, I'm the king, ain't no discussion
And now, we blowing up like spontaneous human combustion
My consumption is this illest, Section 8, I know you feel this
On the come up, where they run up on you for nothing at all
Brighter than eleven suns, it's the first, where my funds?
EBT, that's the card, I thank God, I thank God
But it's hard, uh, but it's hard
Work so fucking much, my greatest fear is I'ma die alone
Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone
People calling me asking for money, man
The only thing I'ma give you motherfuckers is the dialtone
Goddamn, goddamn, we at it again
Me and my homies that know me blowing up like the Taliban
Yeah, my stress up, but I'm blessed up, fuck around and get messed up
When I murder the rhyme, I'm living divine
You know that I'm one of a kind, lemme get it right now, ho
Draped up and I'm dripped out
Right now, ho, caked up till I cash out
And I got 'em all wondering how, so
On the down low, haters drown slow
On the down low, haters drown slow
Oh, God, my God, we got it all right
Oh, God, my God, we gotta get it right
These fuckers' facades, they just a mirage, right?
I said these fuckers' facades, they just a mirage, right?
Tell me that they love me, know damn well that they don't give a fuck
I be on that on that finger flipping, killing shit up in the cut
That's what's up, all these bitches out here tryna gas it up
This is everything I ever wanted, I can't pass it up
Life changed, then a year couldn't happen fast enough
"Can I do it like you do it?" That's what they be asking us
White Benz, black car, bitch, better get your plastic cup
Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting up
Live it up, hold on to your dream, don't ever give it up
Finally have my share of success, this shit, I can't get enough
Now, they know my name through the nation
'Cause my single, like that good shit man, always in rotation
Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations
Stackin' profit on profit from this music I'm making
Even Jesus had haters, so when you feeling forsaken
Tell 'em jealous Judas is who this is, and man, that'll break 'em
And bitch, I'm still the same, dash of AutoTune so y'all can feel the pain
Broke as fuck back in that basement, not a dollar to my name
Chasing fame, chasing glory, till the day we make a story
Positive that life ain't mine, bitch, you can take that shit to Maury
Work so fucking much, my greatest fear is I'ma die alone
Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone
People calling me asking for money, man
The only thing I'ma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone
Hello, no one is available to take your call
I been working hard, I been searching for God
I been working hard, I been searching for God
Please leave a message after the tone
Little brother, this is your sister, you're busy, I getcha
But I insist you call me back 'cause I miss ya
I wish you well, well, I wish you would call
'Cause lately, you feel like I'm just not your sister at all, all, uh
I'm sorry for calling and bawling, I'm all in and I feel like I'm falling
Lately, I feel like my children hate me
You tell me I'm beautiful and yet, no man wanna date me
Haunted by vivid memories of the man who raped me, and lately, I
I feel more and more like Mommy, I know I'm me, but still
You always seem to pick up the phone and somehow, I feel
Better, but you been answering me lesser and lesser
So I resorted to the pills in my dresser, I'm gone
And as for Drey, though, no, he left and he ain't coming back
I hate him, and if I see him, I swear I'll tell him that
No longer cooking crack in my kitchen, cutting and selling that
He broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and back
I been working hard, I been searching for God
I can feel the Devil around me, as they all applaud
Promise you won't forget me, that you'll always be with me
And even when you're gone I can call whenever he hit me
Under pressure
I've been feeling under pressure
Hey, son, this is your father, don't mean to bother
How are you? Heard you were in town, but I never saw you
Tried to call you, where are you, in Paris?
What a beautiful destination, in Paris right by the Eiffel
Come now, please don't be spiteful of all my small talk
I think we're overdue a long talk
When I see kids around, the way, I say how I'm your dad
It gets me thinking about incredible moments we've had
And on the real, I'm trying so hard not to bug you
But do you think you can stop rapping 'bout my drug use?
I'm two years clean, no longer a fiend, yeah
I'm fifty-seven but I feel nineteen
And I love you, I swear, Bobby, I know you're there
And when the time is right, I know that you gon' take care
Of anything I need, of your family
Can I have some tickets to your next show, would you stand with me?
Can I have some money for my new honey that's hella fine?
I forgot to mention I got divorced from your step-mom
My mind going crazy, but I still look hella calm
Maybe you could tell ****
I been feeling under pressure
Yeah, dear family, I'm so sorry that I been distant
Everything changed in an instant, my time has been inconsistent
I know that you've been insisting, I know that birthday, I missed it
I swore I told my assistant, but I guess my mind is in another place
Thoughts off in another world, I started seeing another girl, it fell through, man, what a world
But I'm so focused on my craft, on employing my staff
Such a perfectionist, I can't even finish this draft
This letter to the ones I love, the ones that I miss
Brothers and sisters that hit me up just to reminisce
Meanwhile, people outside of my blood asking for favors
I don't owe you a fucking thing, you best switch your behavior
Truly remarkable how I barely know you, but somehow owe you when you don't even know 'bout the shit I go through, uh
We ain't spoken in a while, tell me sister, how your child?
Come now, girl, give me a smile, come on, girl, don't do me foul
Sorry I ain't called before, but I'm calling you right now
I heard you was poppin' E, stop resorting to the vowel
How my mama, how she doing? Does she know what I'm pursuing?
I ain't talked to her in years, that relationship, she ruined
But sometimes, I wake up and wonder just what the fuck I'm doing
They say family is everything, I swear that shit the truth
I should spend it all with y'all, but I spend it in the booth
This is everything I love, this is everything I need
Never sacrifice this feeling, even though my heart, it bleed
This is everything I love, everything I need
Never sacrifice this feeling, even though my heart bleed
Under pressure
I been feeling under pressure
Written by: Abrim Tilmon, Andre Romell Young, Bernie Worrell, Claire Courchene, Eric Wright, George Clinton, Guy Wood, Kevin Randolph, Lorenzo Patterson, Rob Kinelski, Robert Bryson Hall, Robert Mellin, Steve Wyreman, William Collins