Pressure 3

[Verse 1: Flawless Real Talk] You'll never see the pain I hide behind a flipped frown That's why I always pace and it's so hard for me to sit down Showed 'em I was right when they told me that I should quit now Been fighting for my life and I just hit the 25th round And it ain't over till that fat bitch is singing Could give a fuck if I'm winning cause I'm going out swinging I don't know if it's aggression or some sort of depression I get into and begin to lose sight of all of my blessings The hate starts to spread through my body like an infection When I never have the answers to problems that I've been stressing Why you think I do this music? I'm trying to bring a check in I need me an intervention, this has become an obsession Cause I gave up everything, strictly for the mic Lost a crib and a wife with a kid, did it twice Cause the one I got now is about to walk out of my life She hates I'm in and out of town and ain't around to hold her tight But I don't trust no bitch cause to me they're all alike She's telling me that she's at work, she's probably getting dick tonight And I know I would of cut her If I knew I didn't love her Except we don't even kiss, ain't even talking to each other And my daughters missing daddy so it makes it even tougher To see rapping as a job when my whole family gotta suffer I lost another still I'm sitting here relying On the fact that there's somebody out there that wanna sign him But I'm getting sick of rhyming, they say this game is timing I just gotta put the time in and continue with the grinding But that was 06' and I don't know where all the time went That's why I don't blame Gif for leaving all this shit behind him They say I got "it" and I just gotta get the shinin' Maybe I ain't flawless and there's a crack inside this diamond I was praying on my fucking knees God, just give me something, please Then I got the call about the tour and it was tough to squeeze Killed it like it's nothing, we were buzzing like a couple bees The way we stole the show me and my team were like a couple thieves Felt like I made it and I didn't wanna fucking leave But then it faded now it's nothing but a fucking tease Can't even fucking breath But this is my pain It's way more than rap, this is a mind game And it's been fucking up my mindframe Cause everytime I think I'm right there. it's like God let his mind change That's why I wanna let this 9 bang Cause I dove into this bitch headfirst and caught a migraine Real talk 'till the death of me This shit got the best of me Cause I got nothing else and now this has to be my destiny Used to think when everything would happen God was testing me But I feel like I don't know how much fight I still got left in me So if you wanna blow up here's the recipe But better then Real Talk is what you better be