French Montana, Chinx - Pressure On My Head lyrics

Getting wasted, all this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, think I'm going crazy
Baby momma need time
Homies from the feds calling
Nigga on the grind
But they think a nigga balling
Getting wasted, all this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, think I'm going crazy
Baby momma need time
Homies from the feds calling
Nigga on the grind
But they think a nigga balling
Getting wasted, all this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, think I'm going crazy
Baby momma need time
Homies from the feds calling
Nigga on the grind
But they think a nigga balling
Getting wasted, all this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, think I'm going crazy
Baby momma need time


Homies from the feds calling
Nigga on the grind
But they think a nigga balling

Think about the time caught the goose bumps
Got me smoking weed, sipping goose rum
They said a couple pills help
You fix the pain
Make a couple Ms, watch your niggas change
Turn to chapter four, nigga, page three
Made it out of hood, out of jail
But you ain't free
Riding with a couple killers but
A nigga dirty too tryin' judge my bitch
But a nigga moving dirty too
He stopped selling coke, now is home invasion
He stopped telling jokes
'cause he broke and wasted
Being broke and dirty gave a nigga chills
Told me grimy niggas be
The niggas making mills

Getting wasted, all this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, think I'm going crazy
Baby momma need time
Homies from the feds calling
Nigga on the grind
But they think a nigga balling
Getting wasted, all this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, think I'm going crazy
Baby momma need time
Homies from the feds calling
Nigga on the grind
But they think a nigga balling
Getting wasted, all this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, think I'm going crazy
Baby momma need time
Homies from the feds calling
Nigga on the grind
But they think a nigga balling
Getting wasted, all this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, think I'm going crazy
Baby momma need time
Homies from the feds calling
Nigga on the grind
But they think a nigga balling

Try and try again, my efforts ain't enough
Wrap money slow
I'm still trying to slang them stuff
My pops hit the same vase every time
Bright and early in the morning
Chasing so his moms
The answer's right in front of us
Yet so sublime before we count this money up
Just close the blinds
Round the way kid, dreams at the Continental
Couple homies thug I murdered
But that's confidential
My little brother Wax, he be home in August
Sitting in that small cell
But his dreams enormous
Dirty paths, but my future's spotless
Car full on that turnpike, know they watching
Tracks here on Earth
But my mental out on Pluto
Cocaine music, snort it, nigga
This that pure dope
Ain't too much left for a
Hustler to do though
My theme music Harold, Melvin
& the Bluenotes

Getting wasted, all this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, think I'm going crazy
Baby momma need time
Homies from the feds calling
Nigga on the grind
But they think a nigga balling
Getting wasted, all this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, think I'm going crazy
Baby momma need time
Homies from the feds calling
Nigga on the grind
But they think a nigga balling
Getting wasted, all this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, think I'm going crazy
Baby momma need time
Homies from the feds calling
Nigga on the grind
But they think a nigga balling
Getting wasted, all this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, think I'm going crazy
Baby momma need time
Homies from the feds calling
Nigga on the grind
But they think a nigga balling