under pressure of pistols has me aiming to please at pussy motherfuckas hate n on me, jealous of who I am my potential to be stop n them in there tracks however necessary, look n for a come up like I just hit a lick after working a 9 to 5 that's never pay n me shit, is the reason I hustle watchin the same problems come back be careful don't buckle fuck n with me it's just facts....(second v).. on a mission for riches with so many burdens at heart can't have pleasure without pain what I felt for so long, depends how you see it the reasons I made it this far given everything to my baby mama when I'm loosen my head to stay strong, when I try and do right I'm always left hold n on to some weight I can't carry feeling like my best isn't enough, avoiding situations I can't take anymore, what I really wanna say is fuck off I'm no longer the same as before....