Palo Santo

Pressure! Talking about displeasure When you're cooked up in my threshold Boy you'll fold under no pressure Pressure! I duck it like whatever When you look up in my ledger You'll see I fold under no pressure They put it in your vertebrae Straight into your chakra, then it blows your back away I'm just smoking on mapacho to reverberate Burn myself a palo santo yelling not today, not today I meditate and cerebrate I've got graphene carbon lattice running through my vein This's the type of shit your priest command you must refrain Opeyemi, I swear I'm triple G like Makinde I'm packing yeah Pressure! Talking about displeasure When you're cooked up in my threshold Boy you'll fold under no pressure Pressure, I duck it like whatever When you look up in my ledger You'll see I fold under no pressure Feel it from a block away Your energy, I swear be oozing from a mile away Me, I burn myself at least some seven grams a day Pass me up the palo santo I've got men to slay, decapitate I meditate and cerebrate I've got graphene carbon lattice running through my vein This's the type of shit your priest command you must refrain Opeyemi, I swear I'm triple G like Makinde I'm packing yeah Pressure! Talking about displeasure When you're cooked up in my threshold Boy you'll fold under no pressure Pressure, I duck it like whatever When you look up in my ledger You'll see I fold under no pressure