The Pressure

[Intro: Don Toliver] Pressure, pressure I can feel pressure Just a little bit [Chorus: Nas] The pressure weigh a ton, it's gettin too heavy Had to inspire them again like I didn't already Real ones still around, release the confetti God’s Son across the belly ('Cross the belly, 'cross the belly) [Verse 1: Nas] I ain’t made it ‘til we all can say that we made it Been down with the hustle so long, feel like we’re related Take my word likе you would from the book of Revelations Dеad presidents, that shit come when you dedicated I invest in education 'cause we wasn’t privy We got busy, put scholarship programs throughout the city Jefe, did it my way, chairman of the committee Rat Pack niggas like Sinatra in the 60s Come through on some wavy shit Valentino camouflage on some Army/Navy shit I know you can feel the pressure, keep up with my cadences QB lingo, freestyles tapin’ on Stretch and Bobbito Hit threw me the beat and I had to eat it, ugh The lies y'all recorded in your session, delete it Hurtin’ niggas, I think they out for the rest of the season Tried to play it cool, they don’t wanna see me heated, nah [Chorus: Nas & Don Toliver] The pressure weigh a ton, it’s gettin' too heavy Had to inspire them again like I didn’t already Real ones still around, release the confetti God’s Son across the belly ('Cross the belly, pressure) God’s Son across the belly ('Cross the belly, 'cross the belly) Just a little bit [Verse 2: Nas] The world on my shoulders, it’s gettin’ too heavy I been bench pressing the problems, ain’t even get sweaty Cops brutalizing kids, I see it too steadily Correctional facilities never do it correctly My main statement is this whole game is triangulated Little versions of who? Nigga, there’s no replacement Besides my kids, boundaries are my greatest creation I been on fire four generations It’s Nas 'til I’m gone, give my all, give 'em more Miles on my Peloton, I been working on my core Colors of Benetton, pastel rugs on the floor Meal prep me, Ferrari Testi She out on the terrace, glass of Petrus with her bestie Drunk textin' while I’m out here tryin’ to spread the message You searchin' for qualities that I’m already blessed with R&B exes, charms on her necklace [Interlude: Nas] God’s Son across the belly ('Cross the belly, 'cross the belly) God’s Son across the belly ('Cross the belly, 'cross the belly) Weight of the world Embrace the pressure [Outro: Don Toliver] Pressure I can feel pressure Just a little bit, yeah