Pressure 5

Verse Life is all about the progress, learning through the process Only the insecure will always make it into a contest But nothing's guaranteed except the time that comes for our deaths So I ain't heartless, I just learned to use my heart less And wait I've been here before A dark room without light but all my energy pours Just like my haters, I'm trying to put an end to these flaws But reminiscing about my past has got my memory torn And even though I'm strong and wide awake now I'm trying not to break down I've grown so fucking much ain't looking back, I'm looking straight down I let it all slide, treating life like it's a playground Now everything that I was is everything that I would hate now But see I've taken a stance And with the power of God the devil don't wanna dance This is a cutthroat world, keep an eye on your fam Even your brother will desert you if they gave him the chance And that will fuck up your plans I mean so fucked up you can't Think straight, Cause you would've gave that motherfucker your hand But let these outsiders, outsiders fuck up your brand I try to act like it don't bother me as much as I can But it does, I try my best not to bug He might as well have sliced my throat and watch it pour out with blood He might as well have take my shot and filled my body with slugs Cause that's exactly how it feels when I get hurt by anybody I love, Fuck Me and the ex didn't work out The ride was never good but took a turn for the worst now There's no communication, I can't even get a word out Mention it in my music just to try to get the word, out People ask, I bring her up with respect To find out, she enjoys to bad mouth me to death Bothers my brain how she speaks of me without no regret I try my best, being a father shouldn't be this much stress And now my nerves are a mess It's like a blow to the chest I helped out so fucking much I put myself into debt I'm talkin car trouble, bills due, she's short with the rent She had a man but had my daughter, what the fuck you expect? But it ain't about what I spent and it ain't about what I gave you It ain't about all the lies and being fake with the thank yous It's more about the surprise of having reasons to hate you For being foolish and immature and so fucking ungrateful Can't even stop to explain to how much I tried to erase you For not letting me see my daughter and you feel it's ok to Giving me that beat as a label, I'm sitting here with a playbook This bad taste in my mouth won't let me eat at the table The pressure's gettin to me, so I gotta release The pressure's gettin to me, cause it forms a monsterous beast And a way to calm it at least is to put my heart on these beats So until that goes acapella I'll go hard when I speak I'm getting sick of all the fake shit My life is not to play with These rappers are quick to praise me, I'd rather they wouldn't say shit Now a days if you've got a compliment you can save it If you ain't planning to sign me or helpin a nigga make it I'm thinking they'd get awakened the minute they see me chasin They realizing that they're spot for the throne is up for the takin And nobody wants to help someone or or to pass on their greatness It's all a gift and a curse, I learned that lesson from J And I know I've been here before, this feeling ain't really new Asked God On Pressure 4 cause I didn't know what to do I never really got an answer but think he gave me a clue Turn your back on your problems and you still gotta face the truth And that's real, my body's never still With the devil on my back, he's screaming "let's make a deal" Been trying to keep faith like Biggie before the kill On the road to success telling Jesus to take the wheel And I'm hoping that he will Give me all of his will to show them I am Legend like I was rolling with Will The shit that I'ma leave behind you will never find in a will And if you visulize my words I can turn my verse to a feel I am that ill Joe Namath, Barry Sanders in the backfield Yeah I'm talking that skill Better keep your trap sealed Cause all this pressure got me about to explode They sayin that he's gonna blow although nobody knows, it's real