Ab-Soul - No Pressure lyrics

Blue Chucks with my Locs on Hoping that the blood homies don't take it wrong And wipe me off the face of this earth And for the record, I am not banging the turf I ain't got no record, I ain't never laid a n***a to dirt And other than a nine to five I never had no work But that don't mean sh**, I could still get murked Any given Sunday, in front of a church, chuch Tabernacle, chapel, if I ain't on the block I'm somewhere behind an apple Bottom model blotto, poppin' Old English like senior citizens speaking And me and legend blowing big kush In a little coupe the same size big foot's foot, And now n***as looking up to me And I ain't even tall, It's hard to be. Under the pressures off I said the pressures off I said the pressures off I said the pressures off See, The Pressure ret everywhere were And if it bust a pipe, it can take your life Right before your eyes, and your homie's too You had to run it cause the color of your tennis shoes And I hope you got a spare pair And a fresh pack of newports to calm your nerves, Roll up the herb, that's my first name And I get high until I die, that's on my Daddy's grave You n***as wearin' a mask Trying to masquerade away from the facts, of your past In past tense I pa** this like cla**es, a took a Curtis magnet I remember one time, one of the homies had a black burner in a black jacket sh**, who predicted he'd get hit before twenty one Black Jacket is, trying to count your cards quicker than us I'm air tight never flinch when the Under the pressures off I said the pressures off I said the pressures off I said the pressures off [Jay Rock:] When the pressure was on n***as talk loud but they break wild, when the weapons are drawn I should hit ten in his dome, cause he a snitch he don't represent this gangster sh** sh**, he don't know it feel to see your homie's cap peeled by the black steel, for real I can still see the blood spill its ill its ugly nasty Uh, still keep the cannon in the back seat What, puffin' the blunt, fully trucked For any n***a that wanna lay in the dust in the ford trucks Trust, I ain't with the B.S., I'm out the E.S., With a bad b**h Pro Club 1x tall, no V-neck Show me where the cheese at, I ain't talkin' Cheese-Its Use to serve rocks out the block, Al Paci-ess Now I crush mics on the song Life's a gamble plus a n***a never fold when the Under the pressures off I said the pressures off I said the pressures off I said the pressures off