[Produced by Ameen] [Intro] Motherf**ers gonna drop the pressure (x4) [Verse 1: AKA] I need a moment of clarity, I need a motive I need a worthy opponent No one can challenge me, dearly devoted Weight of the world on my shoulders I'm focused on family, they focused on selling their magazines Stuck in a fantasy life Talking sh** till your battery die Oh you wanna see me crumble Living in a concrete jungle Take a walk in my custom kicks wanna touch these kids You can call me Uncle I talk insane numbers I like my paper large Bunch of Blade Runners Yeah we some shooting stars [Hook: Reason] When the pressure's on I keep pressing on and I'm gone (x3) [Verse 2: Reason] You might see the life I live and maybe think it looks nice and fresh I mean sometimes it is They offer me the nicer things but some people trying to fight with it While tryna bite your sh** f** it imma fight to live with every lyric When I rhyme I kick I'm k**ing everything around the kid I can tell by where your hands pointing at, you already know what time it is Marra b**h I came up From a starving artist From the underground now I'm way up Couple number ones on a couple charts so I bet awards Still I got cred like Pay Pal I'm reaching till I hit the ceiling cause I was beneath them like Lucifer's playground So when the fame just fade out, all the greatness remains just the same as I came out blaow [Hook] [Verse 3: AKA] Pardon me I'm just doing my bid Too legit to be losing my grip Mamma Mia I won't let the media under my skin Handle my biz Plus I'm a genius and I got every ingredient needed to win f** all these encyclopedias walking 'round telling me how I should live, sh** The bigger the belt The larger the target the harder they fell I'm a product of knowledge and self You might need a psychologist's help if you think I'm not at the helm They talk about pressure but nothing's impressive to me I feel so underwhelmed Took this sh** to a whole other realm [Hook]