Cosby Sweater [Jaytee Remix]

[Intro: Pressure] Watch me do my thing get Lost into my scene yeah Hot like New Orleans in Cosby crew and jeans yeah [Verse 1: Pressure] They’re not awakened, stare a lot and vacant Living in conditions of the modern matrix Only bare arms when I’m proper naked Only point I made with a bullet was on paper Ain’t here to fight some dude or fuck around with his spouse Rather light your mood and burn it down with the house Till your hype from the groove on account of the bounce And looking like Tom Cruise, up and down on a couch Status never mattered ever act however Like Christine Aguilera just let yourself go Mad at Pressure, an endeavour that is better left Pristine track and record to let you all know That we would be Kings even homeless Building these kingdoms our own just Slap a rapper like Solange Knowles Till they’re gathering they no longer matter like a black hole [Pre-Hook: Pressure & Suffa] And it's all good And it's all good And it's all good And it's all good [Hook: Pressure & Suffa] I feel like Bobby Fischer Always four moves ahead of My competition listen They ain’t gonna stop me ever I feel as large as Biggie Swear it could not get better I feel in charge like Biggie Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater [Verse 2: Suffa] I'mma step up every chance when I rumble They’ll all call me champ of the jungle, it’s fitting I'mma get drunk and dance like your uncle Till I’m all hands like your uncle, I’m kidding The venomous inventor when I enter then it’s over When I’m spitting venom I’m as generous as Oprah You get a scar, you get a scar, you get a scar Me? Drunk in the back of a rental car Pat Benatar brah, love’s a battlefield Here to get you out your seat like a battle drill I’m in the saddle still, a little saddle sore Smash you out the stratosphere, flashy as matador When I’m dressed like Theo’s dad In a Coogi listening to Kool G Rap I won’t beat around the bush like a seventies porn I’ll make you wish that you’d never been born and it’s all good [Pre-Hook: Pressure & Suffa] And it's all good And it's all good And it's all good And it's all good [Hook: Pressure & Suffa] I feel like Bobby Fischer Always four moves ahead of My competition listen They ain’t gonna stop me ever I feel as large as Biggie Swear it could not get better I feel in charge like Biggie Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater [Verse 3: Pressure & Suffa] Take a ride on the wild side of this alley We can fire up the night like Prince Harry Fuck the high life we can vibe like We got white lines hanging from behind like we’re just married I’ll turn the art form in a blood sport And make pea soup outta of a pea brain They wanna run these streets like parkour? I’d rather run these tracks like a steam train [Verse 4: K21] I'm bringin' more of the raw that you're after All night long, give it all for the master Raw with the storm, I'm a martian in orbit Like Marvin, toured it from a car, so my feet up Leave 'em dead gone: Hasta La Vista Italiano who got more than pasta or pizza Hit 'em with a carton of ether, I hit it And if she American, I'm in it for half of the green card Golden Era where the whole squad G-up It's a bit of a handful, no D-cup, you see us Rippin' every speaker, leaving our enemies dust Let 'em speak up, I'm wreckin' 'em while they mean mug I've coffee every morning and I'm ignorin' Every message on my phone cause it's never important But instead I'mma morph into a Wartortle, ready for D-Day Headed for each State on my release date [Hook: Pressure & Suffa] I feel like Bobby Fischer Always four moves ahead of My competition listen They ain’t gonna stop me ever I feel as large as Biggie Swear it could not get better I feel in charge like Biggie Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater Wearing that Cosby Sweater [Verse 5: Jeswon] For the toad, hit the road for a couple of months What you know 'bout the funk flow, givin' it up? For Hilltops, K21 chillin' the cup Till it's showtime, blow minds, cities get crushed They get hit with this blunt, I'm refined as a caveman Blazin' on Adrian's vape pen, they say That I'm baked in the brainstems, statements I spray Are deranged as a baby gettin' raised in the basement Full Fritzl, I got a few issues Force-feed a vegetarian two schnitzels Sit back and diss 'em cause I'm comfortable In my skin, we close-nit like the Huxtables And I think like, whatever happened to Rudy? Is she broke on a stripper pole, clappin' her booty? Rappers are bougie, sellin' pop records to kids Got the nerve to act offended when I tell them that they didn't go in? Shit, let the truth be told I represent lost youth, call me Rufio Do the show then we party like some maniacs Bags packed, next day, another plane to catch [Verse 6: Tuka] They would've seen me coming, turned to three-hundred When I bust in and fire away Mind the flames as I ignite the blaze May the bridges I burn light the way I'm just tryna get cool, blame it on the passion In fact blame it on the fashion Picture me listenin' to Biggie in a skivvy and some skinny jeans Trendy motherfucka but the ladies say I'm dashin' As it happens, I'mma smash in the door Made a short straw and trade it for a napkin Wipe the slate clean, never would have, I imagine Openin' the stage for the A-Team Get a kraken, proper madness G-E runnin' that shit, we be On the front of [?], so I'mma chase that feelin' While the Hilltop Hoods drop a classic