Little Brother - The Pressure lyrics

Uh, uh, uh uh, uh, let it, bounce
Uh, uh, uh uh, uh, let it, bounce
You know sometimes a nigga
Get tired of always
Talkin' about shit he ain't got
Milkin on shit (let it, bounce)
Sometimes you gotta make use of
What you got here, man
We right here doin' it (let it bounce)

Use to wish on a star
That I'd have big plaques
Big awards right here on the wall
Everything that gleam
Lamp shades, back stage
For this nigga askin'
Tay, would you work ten years for your dream
Seven years later
Now I see just what he mean
Cuz this is real life and
I'm livin' kinda regular
Got a house, got a car, got a wife
Plugging ya'll
Big Dho, manager, HOJ's the team
You can say I'm satisfied
Though I often analyze
Why this rap shit rip my hear at the seams
This ain't time to fantasize
I'm not a whippersnapper
I'm trying to get these crackers
For all of they cream
Like Dairy Queen or Häagen-Dazs
Cuz the rap audience like the
Way I handle bars
Like it was the Tour de France
Oh so easily, just like Sheila E
When she was singing Hollyrock, oh
Check out the scene we ain't got no time
For your bullshit schemes
Cuz once Tay begins, they say the pen
Is much bigger than a sword
And I'm a lyrical Lance-A-Lot
I ain't gotta dance a lot
Check the way I lean

Yes, yes, now! You now rockin' wit'
The muh'fuckin' best now
Think of fuckin' wit the team, I suggest not
Real shit, you can feel it in your chest, now
Got y'all feelin' the pressure
Got ya'll feelin' the pressure
Phonte feelin' the pressure
Feelin the pressure
Got ya'll feelin' the pressure
Big Pooh feelin' the pressure
So feel the pressure

Niggas block, women jock on your cock
Round the clock get it, get it, don't stop
Catch you on the rise
Made a lil' dough in this rap game slow
Ain't seen my video
So they swear I'm movin' pies
Old whip, new kicks, few flicks, same chick
New picks, same bitch, no I'm not a star
Let my hair grow, put my mic game down
This the third time round
I'm shootin for a par
We came this far, and no one assisted
Co-signed, or enlisted, like we ain't gifted
We be gettin' lifted of the
Beats and drank liquor
We call women hoes, that's if the name fit's
Put me in the box, I ain't wrappin' up shit
Made music my career, some of y'all just spit
Homie, just sit back, pay attention
Forgot to mention Hall of Justus is the click

Yes, yes, now! You now rockin' wit'
The muh'fuckin' best now
Think of fuckin' wit the team, I suggest not
Real shit, you can feel it in your chest, now
Got y'all feelin' the pressure
Got ya'll feelin' the pressure
Phonte feelin' the pressure
Feelin the pressure
Got ya'll feelin' the pressure
Big Pooh feelin' the pressure
So feel the pressure

Can you feel that? Haha
That tight grip around your neck, nigga
That's pressure nigga
Shit, that's pressure nigga (Let it, bounce)