4th Quarter Pressure Lyrics Meanings
by Noah Fence

So much pain in my body, I feel stressed out
I'm working on this music, I'm just tryna get the check now
Had to call my brother, he said that he feeling out
Said I'm on another planet, working on our next now
Working on this album, feeling like I'm on some crunch time
I'll try to make another so my brother sell his last dime
Remember writing rhymes in notepads while at lunch time
Now I'm stacking pallets, I'm just thinking bout that next line

Try and make it out the gutter
Go and live my best life
I'm hating shit right now
But maybe I'll love my next life

Buy a house for every time I stressed on rent
Driving fucked up Honda's now
But ima get me a Benz and whips for all of my friends

They gone take what they can take
But you could never call me fake
This ain't luck, it's my fate
This ain't love, it was hate

Ima ball out in staples
24 breaking ankles
Watch me hit it from all angles
I ain't take no fucking losses
Since my papa came an angel

I guess it's life but it's still painful
But they call and ima save you
When you on they gone chase you
Was on a break I'm Ross and Rachel
But I'm coming for that bankroll
$140 in the safe bro

I'm just tryna split the cake
I got to work and set my plate
I'm on my grind, it's where I stay
I don't be going out to places

Don't remember many faces
Got these beats I'm entertaining
I see the world for all its danger
So I'm chilling writing bangers
Tryna find a better way to live

I'll take my time enjoy this shit
This ain't a talent, it's a gift
I'll sink my talons when I grip
You got a bag full of zips
I got a bag full of writtens
Gotta pack on a mission
It's good riddance

So much pain in my body, I feel stressed out
I'm working on this music, I'm just tryna get the check now
Had to call my brother, he said that he feeling out
Said I'm on another planet, working on our next now
Working on this album, feeling like I'm on some crunch time
I'll try to make another so my brother sell his last dime
Remember writing rhymes in notepads while at lunch time
Now I'm stacking pallets, I'm just thinking bout that next line

My homeboys having kids
I feel some pride they hold they shit
I ain't surprised because they men
But Ima ride for them

And ima die holding this pen
Forever humble and outspoken
For my fam I'll move an ocean
For my fam stopped drinking potion

Took a step back practiced ghosting
Interstate I'm steady coasting
This your lane I'll just get over
Ain't tryna step on any toes
But I'm just tryna get my records
Sold from here to Nova Scotia
So when it's over turn your crew to Motorola

It's old news man quit talking bout your old moves
I don't wanna hear another track
Bout what you "gone do"
I knew my brother fighting for his life
But he gone pull through
I know them cops was shining on them lights, but we ain't full proof

So much pain in my body, I feel stressed out
I'm working on this music, I'm just tryna get the check now
Had to call my brother, he said that he feeling out
Said I'm on another planet, working on our next now
Working on this album, feeling like I'm on some crunch time
I'll try to make another so my brother sell his last dime
Remember writing rhymes in notepads while at lunch time
Now I'm stacking pallets, I'm just thinking bout that next line