Pressure
[Intro, spoken]
Yeah
Yeah
Woah
Feelin' the pressure, now
Oh!
Drummer, please!
Hey!
I like that, G, but gimme a lil' bit mo'
This time around, go
Hey, woah!
Alright
Alright

Uh!

[Verse 1]
Gave you my all
I really put my heart in this
And you blowin' me off
I rarely call you bitches 'bitches'
Though most of you are
I never called you niggas 'fake'
Though most of you fraud
Straight from the sauce
Never sugar-coat it
I always stay devoted
I really gave you niggas 'BARZ'
And you won't promote it
Kept it a hunned
And you'd rather support the bogus
Not a hunned percent yo fault
'Cause the media force it
They wanna dumb you niggas down
And it's duly noted
And every song these rappers rap
They just steady gloatin'
Kinda like this:
I'm fuckin' rich
I take yo bitch
My choppers spit
I'm trappin out the 'Bando'―
But these niggas' NEVER seen a brick
Swear to God
Sometimes I just really wanna quit
'Cause if I never rapped again
You niggas wouldn't give a shit
Stuck in a dark abyss
Feel like I'm losin' it
Tryna inspire ya niggas
That stuck off in the sticks
[Chorus]
Feelin' the pressure, now more than ever
(Hey) Hey!
(Hey) Hey!
Feelin' the pressure, now more than ever
(Woo, hey)
(Woah, hey)
Hey!
Feelin' the pressure, now more than ever
(Hey, hey)
(Hey, hey)
Feelin' the pressure, now more than ever
(Woo, hey)
(Woah, hey)

Yeah

[Verse 2]
Everytime I log online
A nigga dyin'
Everytime I log online
A nigga buyin'
Somethin' that he don't need
Just to stunt for one week
Front for hoes, but lowkey
Frontin' on his homies
Everybody screamin' 'Black Lives Matter'
Because it's trendy
But unless my name is fuckin' 'Beyoncé'
You won't defend me
I'm not dissin' 'The Queen'
I'm tryna make a point
Nevermind, fuck it
I'm boutta stuff a joint
But I been trippin' on some shit that's goin' on
And I'm a part of it
And subconsciously
We all love it
No shame at all
Even moms' thuggin'
Imagination is basic
Beause it's all public
I double-tap― 'Love It!'
But a nigga judgin'
I'm budgin', too
Give it up, for good
And that ain't good
'Starving Artist':
Lowkey classic
And that went 'Wood'
Tired of bein' compared to niggas
That ain't that good!
[Chorus]
Feelin' the pressure, now more than ever
(Hey) Hey!
(Hey) Hey!
Feelin' the pressure, now more than ever
(Woo, hey)
(Woah, hey)
Hey!
Feelin' the pressure, now more than ever
(Hey, hey)
(Hey, hey)
Feelin' the pressure, now more than ever
(Woo, hey)
(Woah, hey)
(Woah)

Yeah

[Verse 3]
I think we are slaves to social media
Post somethin'
Hope niggas like it
And they believe in ya
Whole time, they feedin' a
Ego that's fragile―
Especially when they critiquin' ya
Trolls never easin' up
Talkin' never meanin' much
Disrespectful
Mean as fuck
Tough until we pull it up
Tough until a nigga busts
Now niggas is conscious
And ain't with all the nonsense
People losin' their lives
Over Instagram comments
Insecure
She got that Instagram confidence
Goin' through Hell
But she pack it well
Like the condiments
Frontin' for 'Likes'
But at night
Who are you honest with?
Soakin' in all that pompousness
With very few accomplishments
Got you feelin' all prominent
And lookin' over-confident
Beautiful with no common sense
'Cause playin' so much's common
It's a burden
And you got the nerve
To want anonymous agreements
I can't comprehend that pussy's got a profit list!
[Chorus]
Feelin' the pressure, now more than ever
(Hey) Hey!
(Hey) Hey!
Feelin' the pressure, now more than ever
(Woo, hey)
(Woah, hey)
Hey!
Feelin' the pressure, now more than ever
(Hey, hey)
(Hey, hey)
Feelin' the pressure, now more than ever
(Woo, hey)
(Woah, hey)
(Woah)

[Outro, spoken]
I think we are slaves to social media
Post somethin', hope niggas like it and they believe in ya
Hey
Woah
I think we are slaves to social media
Post somethin', hope niggas like it and they believe in ya