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ab-soul - no pressure lyrics

[verse 1: 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 n-gga to dirt
and other than a nine to five i never had no work
but that don’t mean sh-t, 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 n-ggas looking up to me
and i ain’t even tall, it’s hard to be.

[hook]
under the pressures off
i said the pressures off
i said the pressures off
i said the pressures off

[verse 2: ab-soul]
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 n-ggas wearin’ a mask
trying to masquerade away from the facts, of your past
in past tense i p-ss this like cl-sses, i took at curtiss magnet
i remember one time one of the homies had a black burner in a black jacket
sh-t, 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

[hook]
under the pressures off
i said the pressures off
i said the pressures off
i said the pressures off

[verse 3: jay rock]
when the pressure was on
n-ggas 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 sh-t
sh-t, he don’t know it feel to see your homie’s cap peeled by the black steel, for real
i can still see the blood spill its ill its ugly nasty
uh,still keep the cannon/can in the back seat
what,puffin’ the blunt,fully trucked
for any n-gga that wanna lay in the dust in the ford trucks
trust,i ain’t with the b.s., i’m out the e.s.,
with a bad b-tch/bietch
pro club 1x tall, no v-neck
show me where the cheese at, i ain’t talkin’ cheese-its
use to serve rocks out the block, al paci-ess
now i crush mics on the song
life’s a gamble plus a n-gga never fold when the

[hook]
under the pressures off
i said the pressures off
i said the pressures off
i said the pressures off

- ab soul lyrics

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