No Pressure (feat. Jay Rock) - Ab-Soul

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 B.S., I’m out the E.S.,

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