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hardwe're - the pressure lyrics

[verse 1]

i try to smile once in a while
reminiscing on my lifestyle when i was a ghetto child
i tried to be a better kid, that’s when i met a kid
who introduced me to negative
he tossed me a sock
filled with that sh-t fiend’s shot in their veins till they dropped
moms flew threw jobs, single like a base hit
our family’s first car just won’t make it
started out part time, learned the art of the crime
went from nickel and dime, to flipping more cakes than duncan hines
worry ate your brain for their (?)
now i’m going bald trying to escape secret indictment
crime stopper turn to dime droppers
with the quickness snitches who dispise my riches
but they won’t tell on a n-gga with a gun to my chest
cuz they rather see me under arrest
i can’t cope with the pressure

[hook]

i can’t cope with the pressure
settling for lesser
these streets had me stressed something terrible
x2

don’t n0body care about the tension in the air
so us thugs must prepare for this ghetto warfare
x2

[verse 2]
my co defendants taking loses
and family members calling me always wanting to borrow sh-t
but the block slowed down
and not too many fiends is coming around
its no question depression is stressin’ this brother 5-0
got blankets over they’re heads rolling undercover
i can’t take it
i’m
losing my brain
i’m
going insane
i’m feeling much pain
cuz all i want to do is feed my daughter
eat hallal meat organic food and spring water
i’m remember when there was no food in my pot
i was so hungry at 7:59 i almost ate a clock
i had to get financially set
bedrock was the spot the narcotics were kept
and yo fiends was sweating me all the time like
“can i get a dime for 9 this time?”

[hook]

[verse 3]

all my brothers is doin bids in the pen
caught in the crossfire on johnson
renegade was the p-ssword
you gone git your -ss hurt (doing what?)
hustlin’ backwards
fast cars lead to metal bars
20 with a tint for the ghetto statrs
i was once one i once done what you done
but i got my six figures and i bouced son
but pressurte remains from other angles
cuz im a n-gga who love to tangle
and even still i gotta watch my back
cuz n-ggas in love dont know how to act
my man jay felt a shotty creepin’ with this hotty
her husband put the twelve gauge to his body
now i’m packing heavy ammunition
for every man i’m dissing
the pressure

[hook]

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