text: Yeah, yeah
  Triple R
  Fuck you mean, you dont know DJ Marc B?
  Triple R
  Im feelin this shit
  Yeah, yeah, Im feelin pressure
  Like for real
  Triple R
  Im feelin pressure, lil bitch talkin crazy, want a dip, Ima let ya
  Nigga ran off on me, know its OV when I catch you
  Tried to put him on, he crossed me out, now I cant help him
  Leave one nigga dead right in the street, he need a stretcher
  Wake up everyday and grab the pistol out the dresser
  I just poured four sip, my cup is dark as Dr. Pepper
  I feel like Kurt Angle, I cant leave without the medal
  I cant chase these bitches, I got money on my schedule
  Workin everyday, I swear Im on another level
  Triple R get hot, shit, get to close and Ima melt ya
  Niggas aint know shit, these niggas smaller than a pebble
  I came off fu shit, my pockets swoller than a wrestler
  Told lil bae she fuckin with a king like she Coretta
  I know nigga who play with them blood like they Griselda
  Shawty seen my neck and lost her breath, need an inhaler
  I might be trippin but I aint slippin, I just know-
  Im feelin pressure, lil bitch talkin crazy, want a dip, Ima let ya
  Nigga ran off on me, know its OV when I catch you
  Tried to put him on, he crossed me out, now I cant help him
  Leave one nigga dead right in the street, he need a stretcher
  Wake up everyday and grab the pistol out the dresser
  I just poured four sip, my cup is dark as Dr. Pepper
  I feel like Kurt Angle, I cant leave without the medal
  I cant chase these bitches, I got money on my schedule
  I aint chasin none of you hoes, fuck all you niggas
  You know how Im comin, Im silent like Bs, I hustle like Jigga
  Slept in the bando with tears, roaches on the floor
  Buzz in the bed, swear I was thuggin, it was me and my pistol
  Kick me out of school, I went to the hound way before the uniform change
  First I was robbin, shootin and graduatin, started robbin dice game
  Pull up in a skrr-skrr, let it squirt, squirt, 21 gang, gang
  Whole crew rockin Eliantte, nigga we the real chain gang
  Still screamin Gang, gang til they lock my niggas in the chain gang free
  Fourth quarter, three seconds left, nigga you can put it all on me
  How you let your problems build up, turn around and let em fall on me?
  Takin advantage cause Im good hearted and you can call on me
  Im feelin pressure lil bitch talkin crazy, want a dip, Ima let ya
  Nigga ran off on me, know its OV when I catch you
  Tried to put him on, he crossed me out, now I cant help him
  Leave one nigga dead right in the street, he need a stretcher
  Wake up everyday and grab the pistol out the dresser
  I just poured four sip, my cup is dark as Dr. Pepper
  I feel like Kurt Angle, I cant leave without the medal
  I cant chase these bitches, I got money on my schedule