What Pressure

Niggas can't tell me shit about how to move this ink pen, don't get me started, f*ck it where do I begin/ Cause I reign superior, destroy competitors, challengers or runners-up, etc., etc./My catalog is full of gold, yeah I done broke the mold, Imma keep dropping I don't care how much the shit sold/but truth be told, stay getting mine when I'm on the grind, 10 years, 10 projects I think I'm doing fine/and the way I deliver these bars it should be a crime, roll something up, I'm trying to steal the moon out the sky/cause when it comes to this shit, I got a endless supply, minding my business so my business is a enterprise/God blessed me with this gift, when I script out these lines, I was born good can't tell planned or it's improvised/so when you catch me out here, just know you can get it live, cause I don't sympathize with wack hoes and wimpy guys/ Give me pressure, what pressure? Don't exist cause I'm too tight/Pressure bust pipes, naw nigga I'm just too nice/ Give me pressure, what pressure? Don't exist cause I'm too right/Pressure bust pipes, naw nigga I'm just too nice/ Give me pressure, what pressure? Don't exist cause I'm too tight/Pressure bust pipes, naw nigga I'm just too nice/ Give me pressure, what pressure? Don't exist cause I'm too right/Pressure bust pipes, naw nigga I'm just too nice/ Betta call the authorities when ILL Gordon on the loose, but you probably gone need a morgue by time they get to you/serial killer, lyrically, what I intend to be, cooking bars like chemistry in penitentiaries/creating gas they use in the chamberessentially, and if that's what I'm know for, I'll bask in the infamy/I'm known for always keeping it a hundred like a century, my hand wave and pull strings, conductor of a symphony/propose to this rap music, even though the bitch ugly, sonning rappers now I'm married with children like Al Bundy/its my shit then I run it, its your shit then I want it, trying to get this money all together like I'm crowdfunding/trying to stack it up till I'm sitting on a pile of it, social distance in this race, you niggas stay a mile from me/couldn't take the style from me, if I gave you the blueprint/like I gave you the stick and you still didn't do shit/ Give me pressure, what pressure? Don't exist cause I'm too tight/Pressure bust pipes, naw nigga I'm just too nice/ Give me pressure, what pressure? Don't exist cause I'm too right/Pressure bust pipes, naw nigga I'm just too nice/ Give me pressure, what pressure? Don't exist cause I'm too tight/Pressure bust pipes, naw nigga I'm just too nice/ Give me pressure, what pressure? Don't exist cause I'm too right/Pressure bust pipes, naw nigga I'm just too nice/"