Cordae — Pressure

[Intro] [Verse 1] Now let me tell you bout this rap nigga who would never blow He got all the fucking talent, yeah the kid is hella dope Couldn't see through all phonies, should've bought a telescope He was aiming too high so he had to settle low Shopping label after label, never signed him a deal And you know I'm so retarded, couldn't find the appeal Didn't matter 'bout the work or how he rhyming with skills Just another young nigga tryna grind for the bills I mean I never was too tall or skilled to go shoot ball I know I'ma move far, but dammit it's too hard Imagined if you starved, but dreaming of shoes, cars And everyone around you is just wishing that you'd fall But nah I refuse See a nigga came to carry a mission People all from different places come with varied intentions I'm a great and I knew that from the very beginning But barely ambitious, not to mention the Larry I'm piffin Ain't no friends, people wanna see you buried in prison Me and all these others rappers, man it's scary the difference I'm too ahead Plus I always kill tracks and I shoot 'em dead The difference is blue and red and I never salute the Feds 'Cause the systems so corrupted, they just after the loot and bread I rather just lose my head, think what pastor would do instead My guidance when I'm arriving, through all of the flashing lights and Love for the passion writing, but dying a crashing Viking But yeah [Chorus] They never love you for real They never love you for real Keep it subtle and chill On my way to top about the bundles and mills Oh, what a wonderful feeling It's such a wonderful feeling They never love you for real Keep it subtle and chill On my way to top about the bundles and mills [Verse 2] I'm thinking back to into a time before my life was obscene At times I be the only enemy just fighting my dreams This rap shit is whole my life, it's like a pipe to a fiend Or better yet, no metaphor, it's like a mic to a me I reminisce my childhood and I ride my bike in the street And we go straight to Marcus house he get to slicing a beat And we was in school till 2, but shit, was writing by 3 But that was back when it was fun, it was enticing at least And then I almost lost it all, used to cry in my sleep And lay awake and always pray something the righteous could beat Take me back to the days when I used to work at the mall Take me back to the days when I wasn't perfect at all And when you climbing from the bottom, it never hurts when you fall Got some problems I been hiding but I'm working to solve Don't let me blow and realize it wasn't worth the recall I lay a verse and into the earth, pop a perk till I'm off