Pressure

Spin through the block, see the lights then I vanish, Money on my mind, stack it up, never famish. Ops in the chat but in real life they panic, I’m cold with the steel, leave the scene lookin’ tragic. Talk on the net but in person they silence, Step with the crew, we applyin’ the violence. Big moves only, I ain’t stuck in compliance, Drip too loud, it’s a whole new alliance. Gloves on deck, no trace, no prints, All about the cash, I ain’t workin’ for cents. If it doesn’t make pounds, then it doesn’t make sense, I’m the type to break doors while they sittin’ on the fence. Hook Step in the scene, it’s pressure (pressure), Ops take flight, they scatter (scatter), Money and power, that’s treasure (treasure), Drill in my blood, no measure (no measure). We don’t fold, we don’t break (nah), Real ones ride, no fake (never), Stack that bread, that cake, Drill in my soul, that’s fate.