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Under Pressure
Boosie Badazz & C‐Murder
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Boosie Badazz, nigga
My nigga C
Penitentiary Chances
(Money Beats)
Under pressure
Every nigga done been under pressure
Under pressure like a motherfucker these days
For real
Look
I'm under pressure, like a movie, man, it's horror
I live for today, don't give a fuck about tomorrow
The D.A. want me dead, just 'cause what a nigga said
Got two pistols in my hand and one strapped to my leg
My hoes, they done fled, they done ran for the border
This life in the pen', it gets harder and harder
Havin' money make it worse, I got freedom on my brain
Every time I hear the rain, it increase the fuckin' pain
I got blood on my hand, I got thug in my veins
So freedom or jail, man, Badazz stay the same
But a nigga under pressure, and time keep tickin'
While my baby mommas, they bitchin' when a nigga up in prison
I got anger built up in me as I'm sittin' in the slammer
Thinkin' 'bout this dirty judge, how he slammed the fuckin' hammer
I got beef on my mind, so I keep a sharp cutter
'Cause this nigga in the cells makin' threats about his brother
Man, a nigga under pressure
I'm under pressure (Under pressure), so much pain (So much pain)
See, my life ain't no motherfuckin' game (This ain't no game)
So much anger (So much anger) is built up in me (In my heart)
It's death or jail, but I prevail in the penitentiary
I'm under pressure (I'm under pressure), so much pain (So much pain)
See, my life ain't no motherfuckin' game (This ain't no game)
So much anger (So much anger) is built up in me (It's in my heart)
It's death or jail, but I prevail in the penitentiary
Look, I'm under pressure, my life has no meanin'
And what I mean by that is that I'm trapped, besides, I'm fiendin'
I'm tweakin' for some freedom, my lawyer, I don't believe him
This judge is so deceivin', I think he hate me for no reason
I can't believe I'm breathin', I might be dead this evening
The suicidal thoughts every time I start each day 'cept weekends
I remember the days when I was creepin'
, Bitch tellin' me 'bout leavin'
Like she gon' pay this rent or pay my bills or I'ma stop eatin'
Fuck sleepin', I'm too deep to let go
Motherfuckers want me, so I let go
Alleyway boy, hit 'em with the heck no
All I heard was a pop, echo
Bouncin' off the walls in dayco
Back of town, better come with a escort
It's murder, murder, murder, nigga
What you think the nigga vest for?
My life ain't the same as yours
I remember when I headline tours
Now a bitch tryna tell you she got problems
Bitch, come a lil' closer, I'ma solve 'em
Fuck you and fuck tomorrow
You know ain't no nigga harder
No nigga better, no nigga get it wetter, a go-getter
I'm under pressure (Under pressure), so much pain (So much pain)
See, my life ain't no motherfuckin' game (This ain't no game)
So much anger (So much anger) is built up in me (In my heart)
It's death or jail, but I prevail in the penitentiary
I'm under pressure (I'm under pressure), so much pain (So much pain)
See, my life ain't no motherfuckin' game (This ain't no game)
So much anger (So much anger) is built up in me (It's in my heart)
It's death or jail, but I prevail in the penitentiary
Know what pressure is when you're on your ass
And your rent due and your kids ain't ate
It's crunch time and the block slow
Gotta jack somethin', grab that .38
Then the hood hot, everybody beefin', they shootin' off
Yeah, killer season, each and every day another homicide
Somebody die, another mama cry
My city real like Vietnam, real war zone, better stand side
Wit' 'bout that, better fall back
Tryna play real, get your head cracked
I lost niggas to that trigger plate
Lost close friends and a dead brother
When I think about 'em, I cry
I think about 'em, I ride
In the stolen car, me, Duck and Brim
Three cutters on us tryna chop a limb
Head first like Caine the menace
Ridin' 'round with a life sentence
That's real pressure when you can't sleep
Tryna stay strong, but your soul weak
Hard times'll cause desperate moves
Anybody got it gon' catch the blues, that's pressure