Jay Rock, Ab-Soul - No Pressure lyrics

Blue Chucks with my Locs on
Hoping that the blood homies
Don't take it wrong
And wipe me off the face of this earth
And for the record, I am not banging the turf
I ain't got no record
I ain't never laid a nigga to dirt
And other than a nine to five
I never had no work
But that don't mean shit
I could still get murked
Any given Sunday, In front of a church, chuch
Tabernacle, chapel, if I ain't on the block
I'm somewhere behind an apple
Bottom model bottle poppin'
Old English like senior citizens speaking
And me and legend blowing big kush
In a little coupe the same
Size big foot's foot
And now niggas looking up to me
And I ain't even tall, It's hard to be

The pressure is on i said the pressure's on
The pressure is on i said the pressure's on
The pressure is on i said the pressure's on
The pressure is on i said the pressure's on

See, The Pressure ret everywhere er were
And if it bust a pipe, it can take your life
Right before your eyes, and your homie's too
You had to run it cause the
Color of your tennis shoes
And I hope you got a spare pair
And a fresh pack of newports
To calm your nerves
Roll up the herb, that's my first name
And I get high until I die
That's on my Daddy's grave
You niggas wearin' a mask
Trying to masquerade away from the facts
Of your past
In past tense I pass this like classes
I took at Curtiss Magnet
I remember one time one of the homies had
A black burner in a black jacket
Shit, who predicted he'd get
Hit before twenty one blackjack it is
Trying to count your cards quicker than us
I'm air tight never flinch when the

The pressure is on i said the pressure's on
The pressure is on i said the pressure's on
The pressure is on i said the pressure's on
The pressure is on i said the pressure's on

When the pressure was on
Niggas talk loud but they break wild
When the weapons are drawn
I should hit ten in his
Dome, cause he a snitch
He don't represent this gangster shit
Shit, he don't know how it feel to see
Your homie's cap peeled by the black steel
For real
I can still see the blood spill, it's ill
It's ugly nasty uh, still keep the can
Cannon in the back seat
What, puffin' the blunt, fully trucked
For any nigga that wanna lay on
The dust in the ford trucks
Trust, I ain't with the BS, I'm out the ES
With a bad bitch pro Club 1X tall, no v-neck
Show me where the cheese at
I ain't talkin' Cheese-Its
Use to serve rocks in the lot, Al Paci-ess
Now I crush mics on the song
Life's a gamble plus a nigga
Never fold when the

The pressure is on i said the pressure's on
The pressure is on i said the pressure's on
The pressure is on i said the pressure's on
The pressure is on i said the pressure's on

Ah, yeah roll up that OG, pop that OE
Aha, know how we do my nig'
TDE, top notch, Soul!

No pressure booty-bye ba
One West