I'm under pressure But never will I let 'em see me sweatin' Though I'm only 22 I handle business like a veteran I get up in the booth and get to bussin' like a weapon Ain't left the lab two days rockin' the same clothes that I slept in And when I finally do sleep it's only a couple hours filled with dreams of bussin' rhymes and me finding beats to devour Nowadays we all rappers and everybody's a star But nobody's taking time off they rhymes to focus on bars While these n***as being trendy and trying to get on the blogs I was dippin, slangin my new sh** out the trunk of my car Wouldn't let myself go home til I finished flippin' them all I'm out the down on my dolo off No Doz, no driftin' off Yeah I gotta stay awake Make it to the next state Keep on watchin' for them coppers cause they tryna run my plates If you try to pull me over this might turn into a chase Cause I'm surviving on my last I ain't got no extra cash to be handing Uncle Sam while I'm trying to fight a case This is bananas, I'm about to go ape sh** No local s**ers is hatin' or on that fake sh** There's a mil out there, like uncooked food in the kitchen And I just gotta make it Just gotta make it I said, there's a meal out there, like uncooked food in the kitchen my n***a I just gotta make it, ha