Logic - No Pressure lyrics

Welcome to the No Pressure program

Good evening, this is Logic
And very happy I am to be back in
The United States and back on the network
Even for so short a visit as this one
Back with old friends like No ID who
Is tonight's director and
Nobody argued the point, a lot of people
Asked us to do it again
So it's gratifying to get the chance
Us to do it again
So it's gratifying to get the chance now
(No ID)
Personally, I've never met anybody who didn't
Like The Incredible True Story
Now tonight, what we do have is a thriller
If it's half as good as we think it is
You can call it a classic quite possibly
A little escapade of mine involving a couple
Of planets which shall be nameless
Is responsible doesn't really matter
A story doesn't have to appeal to the heart
It can also appeal to the spine
And with two magic words

Ayy, no pressure never graduated
But I school 'em like professor growing up
The world always told me I was lesser
Growing up
The world told me I could not address her
Gangsters put that heat to your
Head like a hairdresser
If you press a issue on they block
(Hey, Logic, Snake here
I hear you're planning
World domination through
A new form of Metal Gear
Well, listen to me, it won't work)
This liquor that I'm drinking got me
Thinking 'bout some other shit
Feeling like I'm sinking like Titanic
Or some other ship
Word to your mothership, boy
This that gutter shit
Breaking down the weed to get
High as Thomas and Kai
But y'all ain't ready for that shit
That's more like Ultra 85
Memories of powdered milk and
Roaches in my cereal
Praying that my crew next
Like cotton material never had a car
That's why I hate the fuckin' bus
Took the 61 to Germantown and
Hear them guns bust
Call it static, my headphones on
It's Illmatic on my Rosa Parks
In the back writin' like B-Rabbit
How I carry it
Murder the beat and then I'ma bury it
Producin' tracks for the
Underground like Harriet
Drop another number one and watch
'em all get mad again
Memorizing verses like the Vatican
I'm glad again
Empty the clip and then do that again
And now we ridin' 'round the
City on a dollar twenty-five
Boy, you better keep your head down
If you wanna stay alive
People telling you to stay in your lane
Can't even drive
Tell you not to chase your dreams
'cause they chained to a nine-to-five
Bitch, I'm too alive like twins
In the womb, come hither, consume
All of my memories from past
And present like two identities
Logic fallin' off is an obscenity
Top five I better be, steadily
Doggin' these bitches like I'm a Pedigree
Obtain class with no degree
Fuck a GED, EBT, and the HOC
Feeling free, yeah, I'm feeling free
But it cost a fee to be
The boss it cost to be
Over possessions like an apostrophe
It's chemical warfare on the block
Who got the rock?
A tablespoon of baking soda
Leave you shellshocked
Leave the pusher in a cell block
And his customer in a box
The government got my pops
The government can't be stopped
I'm a gladiator
This shit right here more like random thought
It's more like

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