No Pressure

[Intro: Kid Ink] Yeah, woah, hahh, hahh, hahh Alright [Verse 1: Kid Ink] I'm so heavy in the game My pockets got a little weight I'm so heavy with the chain Feel like my neck about to break When here come the champagne I'ma drink fast live a little nigga check your pace You try'na battle in the club Play your cards right I know you see them bottle of that Ace Them bottles go to waste Just got another 4 liters of chase I been on hold all day Them kinda' problems you probably just don't relate Alright, I just try to keep it regular But you niggas seem to keep on getting jealous Alright, don't know what the lesson is I'm doing me and you can keep on doing lesser than it [Hook: Kid Ink] I don't know about the pressure Got money on the dresser You've been try'na stay relevant, and We've been getting to it no pressure (x3) [Verse 2: Bricc Baby Shitro] I'm screaming fuck the competition Son of a briccer always had a pot to piss in Son of a briccer always had a part to whip it I can show you how to stretch it, how to remix it You can get a whole thing, yeah 36'n And if a nigga wanna zip I serve it to him quick I'm catching plays in the hood yeah I'm politicking And if a nigga try to rap I turn him to a victim As-salamu alaykum, let him meat his maker Hear the fat lady sing, Anita Baker I mix the purple with the yellow now I'm sipping liquor Me and money stick together like we blood related Man, and I don't know about the pressure I will never see The Great Depression Batgang balling no recession While y'all niggas stressing I'm in the trap counting blessings [Hook: Kid Ink]