Under Pressure
I got my own type space
Y'all just gettin. In the place
I'm acouple from the trace
Number one first take
All for poker got a face
And flippin the cards like I just beat a caseee
Ya I got me the wheel I'm a train and I'm blowin the smoke it's polluting the bay
I'm boutta come in invade
I feel they tryna put the kid in cage
I cannot be tamed I'm breaking the weights
So much money pockets hurtin my waste
Ima get paid
I'm whistle Kobe with no fake
And In the ring I undertake
I'm in the feild with a gage
Pistol poppin not the age
I Pull up on you on the way
I roll a spliff on a page
Got my dogs in a daze
There's different dogs in the days
One way cold play we gettin bags and the base
Tune in for the wave
I roll in but don't break
I'm real crisp no flake
And I still got the rake
She boutta pipe up with me
Cus you not as piped up as me
Polo on me always clean
Laundry mat Drinking bleach
Out the mud with cleats
Michael Myers with the beats
Feds came and did a sweep
Dyson thru the streets
Icing on the cake its like diamonds witha drip
Old school with the flip but they could never make a hit
Back an forth over net, my back hand like a pimp
My gun walk gota limp I'm thru the woods never trip
I sit in a tent, sharp shooter like a vet
Pant leg getting wet cus I move
Thru the cric
Big boned with the wallet, But my legs not fat
Say my pocket fuckin fat
Keep the bands in the Matt, the other bands on an app u kno where I'm at
Red bag for the winter, I make her feel, like she got potential
I'm in the woods and I see a lantern
I think think this move, can be substantial
I'm runnin the court like I don't get defended
I do it never said it
Check
I get the check not pretending
Team flag like a Pennet
Bad girl she offensive
I'm on the move out to get her
I meant the bag that's the catcher
I'm in the feild and I'm special
Cus I'm playing good under pressure
U might not be on the fences
But
How do you play when you under pressure
How do you play under pressure
Writer/s: DeVonte Beck, Jarrod Figley