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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Vocals
Jesse Blum
Jesse Blum
Keyboards
Don Toliver
Don Toliver
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Songwriter
Dustin James Corbett
Dustin James Corbett
Songwriter
Quentin Miller
Quentin Miller
Songwriter
Jesse Blum
Jesse Blum
Songwriter
Caleb Toliver
Caleb Toliver
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
David Kim
David Kim
Mixing Engineer
Marvin Delgado
Marvin Delgado
Assistant Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Dustin James Corbett
Dustin James Corbett
Additional Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
The pressure weigh a ton, it's gettin' too heavy
Had to inspire them again, like I didn't already
Real ones still around, release the confetti
"God's Son" across the belly
[Verse 1]
I ain't made it till we all can say that we made it
Been down with the hustle so long, feel like we related
Take my word like you would from the Book of Revelations
Dead presidents, that shit come when you dedicated
I invest in education 'cause we wasn't privy
We got busy, put scholarship programs throughout the city
Jefe, did it my way chairman of the committee
Rat Pack ****, like Sinatra in the 60s
Come through on some wavy shit
Valentino camouflage, on some Army Navy shit
I know you can feel the pressure, keep up with my cadences
QB lingo
Freestyles tapin' on Stretch and Bobbito
Hit threw me the beat and I had to eat it, ugh
The lies y'all recorded in your session, delete it
Hurtin' ****, I think they out for the rest of the season
Tried to play it cool, they don't wanna see me heated, nah
[Chorus]
The pressure weigh a ton, it's gettin' too heavy
Had to inspire them again, like I didn't already
Real ones still around, release the confetti
"God's Son" across the belly
[Verse 2]
"God's Son" across the belly
[Verse 3]
The world on my shoulders, it's gettin' too heavy
I been bench pressing the problems, ain't even get sweaty
Cops brutalizing kids, I see it too steadily
Correctional facilities never do it correctly
My main statement is this whole game is triangulated
Little versions of who? ****, there's no replacement
Beside my kids, boundaries are my greatest creation
I been on five full generations
It's Nas till I'm gone
Give my all, give 'em more
Miles on my Peloton, I been working on my core
Colors of Benetton, pastel rugs on the floor
Meal prep me, Ferrari Testi
She out on the terrace, glass of Pétrus with her bestie
Drunk textin'
While I'm out here tryna spread the message
You searchin' for qualities that I'm already blessed with
R&B exes
Charms on her necklace
[Outro]
"God's Son" across the belly
"God's Son" across the belly
Weight of the world
Embrace the pressure
Written by: Caleb Toliver, Chauncey Hollis, Jr., Dustin James Corbett, Jesse Blum, Nasir Jones, Quentin Miller
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