Introduction

Yeah..

I feel the pressure

Boy the pressure on

I tell these hoes my shoulder aint the one for leanin on

Its still the same notepad schemes that I've been dreaming on

And prolly more haters on side that keep screaming on

I aint gon front and say that sometimes it don't get to me

My momma tell me if its meant to be its meant to be

I tell my momma aint no if or ands or buts about it

She see adversity and I only see the way around it

But that's the man that she raised me to be

I see her stressing tell her momma put the pressure on me

No folding under pressure nah no laundry with me

And if we keep this shit a 100 they aint workin like me

Not a single day goes by that i don't cut on the mic

Im trynna be the greatest ever boy sum like mike

Either jordan or jackson either way no time for relaxin

We turn your main attraction into UPS and send them boys packing like they did with me when i said that I had started rapping

Was so selective on who I told about my dream

Cause often times laughter and disbelief the common theme

And gettin that self doubt was the hardest thing

Or so I thought until dropped the first mixtape and let the music speak for itself (Let the music speak for itself)

Let the music speak for itself ( For itself)

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That's when the voices came back and they was sorta congratulating

Most of em all debating

Even a few of they own words had me contemplating once again

And then they hit me with that question

Can you do it again?

Can you do it again?

(You know we'd all love to see you do it again right pressure)

That's when the self doubt started creeping

Inspiration started leaving and the answers i was seeking

Was nowhere to be found

Nowhere to be found

Maybe lost up in myself

Maybe lost up in the sound

Maybe lost up in the cloud

When i started to chase hits to please others but not myself

This passion this flame almost put out it's fuckin self

Noticed i wasn't being true to my fucking self trynna make hit records

To make the shit fly off the shelves

(Hey)

How you expect to be great without putting the work in

These days i be working so much i forget what fun is

Constantly writing verses that are bulletproof like the whips that are driven by secret service

I know that I found my purpose

Cause without this mic in hand my whole life is fucking worthless

Em, Dot, Cole

Pac, Big, Hov

Nas, 50, Flow

Been pouring out of my soul since i was 16 years old

Been grinding for some years through hard nights and struggles I continued to persevere

Trynna be a G.O.A.T like the boy who went from high school to the cavaliers

Used to be filled with fears

Now the only fear that I got is that the diamond bezels will shine to bright on my future watch