pressure

I'm pressure to these fake bitches, no cap, I’m the truth, Got 'em shakin’ in their boots, while I’m spittin’ in the booth, Real ones by my side, we don’t need your approval, Stacking paper, making moves, yeah, we breakin’ the rules. They flexin’ on the gram, but they know it’s all a show, Talkin’ big behind my back, but they can’t handle the glow, I’m a savage in the game, got that hunger in my eyes, While they playin’ dress-up, I’m the one who’s on the rise. Countin’ blessings, never stressin’, I’m just living my fate, Keep it raw, keep it real, while they fabricate hate, I’m the voice of the streets, let ‘em feel the heat, Watch me rise to the top, while they drown in defeat. Ain’t no room for the fake, this a real-life scene, Every move that I make, yeah, you know what I mean, Pressure’s building up, but I thrive in the heat, I’m the truth in this game, can’t accept no defeat.