Pressure Songtext
von Styles P

My brother stood on all 10 toes and his soul
When he hung up I cried cause he went and cried over the phone
For those dealing with the pressure, I salute you, we are in the zone
What do you know about pressure? Fuck it
Designed to go to war when he was an adolescent
What do you know about pressure? Rub up
Looking at the judge saying life had a sentence
What do you know about pressure? Fuck it
Pray to Allah to get out or get to heaven
What do you know about pressure? Rub up
Got a second shot, he ready to be a legend
Rumble in the jungle, a thriller in Manila
Get killed to be the killer, be a banana or gorilla
I′m built for whatever, I go bananas on a nigga
Crack a head like an egg, then I scramble on a nigga
They say the mean Philly streets will be the death of me
Only the top-tier killers can stand next to me
I got knocked off, they tried to book me indefinitely
But I was boxed up in the clink, chef in the recipe
Turn my pain into a diamond, guess the pressure perfected me


Shot my movie, these crackers could never edit me
Kobe Bryant's pedigree, impeccable bar count
Stand over the body and air him to his skull to bounce
I do it for those, they say you never see the light of day
No retreat, no surrender, keep ripping for a brighter day
I remember they told me I threw my fucking life away
But I answered the bell and got it the Mike Tyson way
What do you know about pressure? Fuck it
Designed to go to war when he was an adolescent
What do you know about pressure? Rub up
Looking at the judge saying life had a sentence
What do you know about pressure? Fuck it
Pray to Allah to get out or get to heaven
What do you know about pressure? Rub up
Got a second shot, he ready to be a legend
They say jail term boys to men, some men to snitches
It′s a place where they end your wishes
Stay ten toes down, no bend, no bitching
You see where you really stand, with your friends and bitches
I did 240 days straight without a JP
Stuck in a hole, picking over state trades
You hear the echoes of the guilty verdict every day
It's like the judge shot you down with an AK
They say we murderers, they murdering us
And I seen the pressure make murderers bust
I wouldn't feed a dog what they serving for lunch
You gotta smell your celly shit through the courtesy flush
And when the war′s on, gotta sleep with your eyes open
And have your boots laced when the gates slide open
Cause the opened the block and he got a lock on the sock
And if that nigga catch you slipping, he gon′ bust your shit wide open
What do you know about pressure? Fuck it
Designed to go to war when he was an adolescent
What do you know about pressure? Rub up
Looking at the judge saying life had a sentence
What do you know about pressure? Fuck it
Pray to Allah to get out or get to heaven
What do you know about pressure? Rub up
Got a second shot, he ready to be a legend
Fuck it
Yeah
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Black stone