Pressure

How's man talking about pressure?

I don't feel pressure

Send a text on the trap line, give out some testers

Then back to my leisure

I got bro till the end cah that's my bredda

That's my bredda, that's my bredda (Genna)

I ain't got no gun but if I cop that dotts, bury it like treasure, aye

Born in the Eastside, could've been a daily offender, crazy Eastender

Might see me in the West with the gunners or see me with Kay

He like Arsène Wenger

Big spender, thought you was a spender

Done all the spending, the spending stopped

Think you're the man, come to the block

Can't take out your chain, man, your shit get popped

No opp can't Milly rock on my block

I hit so many shots on my block

I sip my Henny, don't need the Wock'

Got cats like Wanda mad for the rock, pressure

Ain't been around for a while but it's calm

Cah the crowd go mad when I enter

Still break down bricks like Jenga

Chop that, chop that

No opp can't Milly rock on my block

I hit so many shots on my block

I sip my Henny, don't need the Wock'

Got cats like Wanda mad for the rock, pressure

Ain't been around for a while but it's calm

Cah the crowd go mad when I enter

Still break down bricks like Jenga

Chop that, chop that

Aye, cats keep calling my phone, man

Leave me alone, I'm grinding

I woke up this morning smiling

Haters tryna bring me down, I don't know why

**** out here stealing flows

Tryna keep it on the low, thought they did it on the sly

Stepped in the function with a bottle of the Henny

And the Cro and I did it for the vibe

Push bike and I did it with the guys

Done it with the green, bro did it with the rice

Done it with a text, bro done it with the recks

Sold everyone a dream and I did it with a lie

Little man, you don't wanna live this life

Outside with your kitchen knife

Till things get hot on the block

And this shit goes left, all you need's advice

How's man talking about pressure?

I don't feel pressure

Send a text on the trap line, give out some testers

Then back to my leisure

I got bro till the end cah that's my bredda

That's my bredda, that's my bredda (Genna)

I ain't got no gun but if I cop that dotts, bury it like treasure, aye

Born in the Eastside, could've been a daily offender, crazy Eastender

Might see me in the West with the gunners or see me with Kay

He like Arsène Wenger

Big spender, thought you was a spender

Done all the spending, the spending stopped

Think you're the man, come to the block

Can't take out your chain, man, your shit get popped

No opp can't Milly rock on my block

I hit so many shots on my block

I sip my Henny, don't need the Wock'

Got cats like Wanda mad for the rock, pressure

Ain't been around for a while but it's calm

Cah the crowd go mad when I enter

Still break down bricks like Jenga

Chop that, chop that