Whoispdp, P DOT - The Pressure Lyrics

Hard work pays off what they told me
I'm just tryna pay off what they shown me
I know a couple niggas that still owe me
But I don't hold no grudges, that's the old me
Village boy living life in the big city
Riding round centre it get hot, piffy
I like getting high cause i forget my sorrows
I get fly, walking's overrated
And we get by, through God and motivation
I was boxed in a room patiently waiting,
Mentally located in the book of Job
They say freedom is pricey
But I'll pay the price, just to be free
What it takes to be me, they could never understand
Raised by my traumas and my ambition
My mind a deadly weapon I don't need no ammunition
Deep in the slums find me with an unknown
Everybody wanna be a star of their own
Are you real or a clone
Do you mob for your zone
Do you mob for your zone
Do you ride for your bros
If the pressure turns up
Is you gon rise or fold
Is you gon rise or fold
We gon kick down doors
We grew up in the coke era
Plastic bags full of money, blowing on cheddar,
We was young, living wild, tryna do better
More money more problems so we stuck together
They told me if we get it right then we rich forever
I been in storms, like an umbrella
You know my team we gon get it like the mob fellas
If I gotta do the job, do it with pleasure
Big thinking got me rolling in a AMG
Taking risks, tryna move my business overseas
It's like they hating cause I stay busy getting ps,
You never helped feel the aura of my enemies
Friends turned fake, move snake over jealousy
She love me like slow jams, weed, sex and ecstasy
I'm tryna get away from what's killing me
Before they put me in a box, protect my family
Deep in the slums find me with an unknown
Everybody wanna be a star of their own
Are you real or a clone
Do you mob for your zone
Do you mob for your zone
Do you ride for your bros
If the pressure turns up
Is you gon rise or fold
Is you gon rise or fold
We gon kick down doors

Hard work pays off what they told me
I'm just tryna pay off what they shown me
I know a couple niggas that still owe me
But I don't hold no grudges, that's the old me
Village boy living life in the big city
Riding round centre it get hot, piffy
I like getting high cause i forget my sorrows
I get fly, walking's overrated
And we get by, through God and motivation
I was boxed in a room patiently waiting,
Mentally located in the book of Job
They say freedom is pricey
But I'll pay the price, just to be free
What it takes to be me, they could never understand
Raised by my traumas and my ambition
My mind a deadly weapon I don't need no ammunition
Deep in the slums find me with an unknown
Everybody wanna be a star of their own
Are you real or a clone
Do you mob for your zone
Do you mob for your zone
Do you ride for your bros
If the pressure turns up
Is you gon rise or fold
Is you gon rise or fold
We gon kick down doors
We grew up in the coke era
Plastic bags full of money, blowing on cheddar,
We was young, living wild, tryna do better
More money more problems so we stuck together
They told me if we get it right then we rich forever
I been in storms, like an umbrella
You know my team we gon get it like the mob fellas
If I gotta do the job, do it with pleasure
Big thinking got me rolling in a AMG
Taking risks, tryna move my business overseas
It's like they hating cause I stay busy getting ps,
You never helped feel the aura of my enemies
Friends turned fake, move snake over jealousy
She love me like slow jams, weed, sex and ecstasy
I'm tryna get away from what's killing me
Before they put me in a box, protect my family
Deep in the slums find me with an unknown
Everybody wanna be a star of their own
Are you real or a clone
Do you mob for your zone
Do you mob for your zone
Do you ride for your bros
If the pressure turns up
Is you gon rise or fold
Is you gon rise or fold
We gon kick down doors