Pressure

It's been a minute Some light work (Yung Hawkim on the beat) I got these bars, yeah, it's tough to measure Up to greatness when you're just whatever A pound of flesh to a pound of feathers I'm with the demons and we love the pressure I'm off the shits, shut down the office You had the means but couldn't turn a profit I love the wins but celebrate the losses And this one here is out of pocket Met up with Broski and copped a zip That mental shit, gonna take a trip She's fine as hell with her cherry lip Stick and move unless she got that grip You got some shine but you sold your rights I move through walls like a poltergeist I'm from the North, I stay cold as ice And I never gamble when I roll the dice And I've seen ounces on the table The choice is yours like we're playing "Fable" From the land of the Birch and Maple Don't like the show, I can cut the cable Cut the lights, the stage is set Jamal Murray in the post, every shot is wet And it's kinda like what Yeezy said I'm as close to God as you'll ever get All the spells that I've been casting lately Got me feeling like I'm floating baby This time alone, it kinda made me crazy But the bars I'm writing are devastating So keep it moving and watch your mouth Strangeness Season, there's ghouls about For the naysayers, all who doubt All the bullshit they chose to spout I got these bars, yeah, it's tough to measure Up to greatness when you're just whatever A pound of flesh to a pound of feathers I'm with the demons and we love the pressure I'm feeling good man, you love to see it You want a champ? I'm poised to be it Out in Paris, we're going to pack the Fiat Full of goons, yeah I'm a humble being I give my all, what it's costing me To pen all these atrocities Cause the world is mine since '89 And I'll be damned if you are the boss of me I write the words, I mix and master It's only respect that I am after Imagination for a moment captured And when I hit the stage it feels like the Rapture This big boy made it, I was born a star Rack 'em up, let's go bar for bar Mad respect that you made it this far But you post online like "Is this fit hard?" F*ck a fit, f*ck an image F*ck a ratio, I could burn your village Tarantino splatter, my kind of spillage You'll thank me after for the privilege With sharpened blades and cryptic tomes Go tell the city that daddy's home I've come back to reclaim my throne And keep you speaking in dulcet tones So pay your dues while I shift the axis Hold the weight, you can call me Atlas Sure as hell like death and taxes While you take some time and really practice I got these bars, yeah it's tough to measure Up to greatness when you're just whatever A pound of flesh to a pound of feathers I'm with the demons and we love the pressure These are front row seats to the Second Coming I'm always busy, always up to something If it was up to me you'd be getting nothing Except the floorboard's shake when the bass is rumbling (Yung Hawkim on the beat)