Pain Pressure Lyrics by Fivio Foreign & Rowdy Rebel
Pain, pressure, whatever
I go through a lot but I hold it together
This brand new gun go good with the sweater
They catch me lackin’, it’s my fault (Why?)
‘Cause I shoulda known better
Gotta move smart, I ain’t makin’ no errors
Y’all n*** hot, y’all ain’t make it no better
Don’t write my crib, I ain’t takin’ no letters
Don’t call my phone, you ain’t bringin’ no bread up
N*** keep dyin’, fuckin’ up my mental
I try to save him ’cause he have potential
Don’t move hot, they put you on the menu
I had to learn the shit that I done been through
I done made hits and I ain’t use a pencil
If you keep dissin I’ma have to bench you
Go to his show, we shootin’ at the venue
Pop to his show, we shootin’ at the venue
N**, I’m top of the line
I’m fallin’ in love but she not really mine
Another hater, hop in the line
I don’t pay attention to my baby mom
Look at the things I fought
Look at my wrist and the rings I bought
Bitch got mad I ain’t bring her on tour
Shit went bad when things got forced
I took a L but I need that loss
Got on point and my T’s got crossed
I see a opp, let three shots off
I see a opp, let three shots off
I see a opp, let three shots off
I see a opp, let three shots off
Pain, pressure, whatever
I go through a lot but I hold it together
This brand new gun go good with the sweater
They catch me lackin’, it’s my fault
‘Cause I shoulda known better
They say, the pain, it come with the pressure
I felt that shit when they took me up north
Took them to game with all of my steppas
Took a lil’ time but I turned to a boss
I turned a bando to a loft
I turned a hooptie into a Porsche
I used to get jiggy and, of course, now I can do Gucci down to the drawers
I remember the pain, the pressure
I remember the blood stains in that sweater
I remember the rainiest weather
No food in the fridge, had to put it together
I remember the coldest night
No mother there to come and hold us tight
We was huggin’ the streets, toting the pipes
We was duckin’ them D’s and running them lights
I’m tryna sell a n** out the price
I’m tryna sell a n** out the price
My shootas is beggin, I give ’em the price
My shootas is beggin, I give ’em the price
I get to a bag, don’t need your advice
Ain’t gotta lie ’cause we do it better
Remember the time that shit with the slide
But he couldn’t handle all the pressure
Pain, pressure, whatever
I go through a lot but I hold it together
This brand new gun go good with the sweater
They catch me lackin’, it’s my fault
‘Cause I shoulda known better