PRESSURE

Every time I'm steppin' up, you know I'm applying pressure

Light skin, shawty, yea she good without no makeup

Put your ass down on the floor like I'm a wrestler

I don't got time for these fakes. I'm tryna get up

All these stupid ass lil' bitches think they cool, but they ain't with it

Buying Chanel bags, tryna get rich. You ain't get it

All the young brothers that I knew struggled, tryna make it

Then they look at me stupid, then like Dylan, you think it's gon' happen

Yo, bitch, I'm about to action

Glock 19 to your average

I'm an instigator. I'm an alligator

I'ma take what is mine, and take y'all's not later

Now I'm the uh true playa. I'm the uh true player. I'm the divine playa

Now I'm the man with the plan. Now I'm the man with the bands

Now I'm the man with these lil' bitches. They just shakin' they ass

Damn

Every time I'm steppin' up, you know I'm applying pressure

Light skin, shawty, yea she good without no makeup

Put your ass down on the floor like I'm a wrestler

I don't got time for these fakes. I'm tryna get up

All these stupid ass lil' bitches think they cool, but they ain't with it

Buying Chanel bags, tryna get rich. You ain't get it

All the young brothers that I knew struggled, tryna make it

Then they look at me stupid, then like Dylan, you think it's gon' happen

D&D my phone shit like it's a habit

I don't even do shit. Shit just be just happenin

Yeah, you know what they say about the law of attraction

One, one, one. I can't stop till it just happen

Yeah, Louis Vuitton on my body, got me cozy

Why they actin like something else, now I'm just being me

Yeah, now I'm just being me

Know what the hell, aye bitch

Now, I'm the man with the plan, I'm the man with the plan, I'm the man with the plan

I'm the man with the plan. I'm the man with the plan

I'm the man with the plan, yea, yea, cmon

Now, I'm the man with the plan, I'm the man with the plan, I'm the man with the plan

I'm the man with the plan, God got it, God got it

I'm just prayin' that he make it ammends

Hell yea

Every time I'm steppin' up, you know I'm applying pressure

Light skin, shawty, yea she good without no makeup

Put your ass down on the floor like I'm a wrestler

I don't got time for these fakes. I'm tryna get up

All these stupid ass lil' bitches think they cool, but they ain't with it

Buying Chanel bags, tryna get rich. You ain't get it

All the young brothers that I knew struggled, tryna make it

Then they look at me stupid, then like Dylan, you think it's gon' happen

Yeah

Now, look at me, stupid, think it's gon' happen

Stupid like I ain't plan this bitch for the whole time

Stupid ass kids

Ah, shit, here we go again