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y-s (cmr) – pressure / my soul كلمات اغاني

(pressure)

verse 1:
i don’t talk a lot, if we ain’t talkin’ facts
i know you heard about us
watch’em double back
ion, b_tch i move like deion
just like every hood gotta kleon, we on
right on the surface, they try_n_murk’em
rehearsing for my he_rs_
i gotta get’em first
big ups to my homie rick
them n_____ lookin’ hurt
they mad that they b_tch choosin’ but i ain’t choose her first (yeah)
let her ride that wave
getting wavy off that 80_baby satchel paige
i did enough of that
now i need that money in that dufflе bag
slidin’ in that whip can’t see me cause the tint
ain’t f_ckin’ with you simps
i pay my own rent
i don’t never need a b_tch
i don’t ever play the fence (but)
if i play de_fense have these people on the fritz
hold up rest in peace the homie fritz (harlem legend)
people say that they grind but ain’t never there
why you dancin’ around them questions?, fred astaire
i’m well aware
what these n_gga brewin’
like what you doin’
i pay attention on people movements that’s how you groovin’?
never thirsty for that top spot
i just need that top, godd_mn shawty top five
i just need a millie tho
everything i really wrote
you can’t never say that frontin’, i play the back close
what’s respect to you n_____
i’m on point, hi_tek to you n_____
can’t invest with you n_____
they always talk, can’t vet with you n_____
that how the game go
d_mn i can’t mess with you n_____
i know my worth
and i understand where my turf
i’m grindin’ like first to the first and i can’t revert
its cmr heavy, i feel like i’m ed levert
or maybe o’shea, i’m bumpin’ the o’jays

(my soul)

hook:
do like what you know (oh)
this sh_t is from my soul (oh)
my mind is on the goal (oh)
and i will never fold (aye)
i’m from the street’s homie, backwood
you can talk about it, but i’m good
i’m from the concrete, where i stood
i stood (yeah)

verse 1:
is it really worth it?
somedays feeling worthless but is it surface
get my head up out them clouds (now)
survivin’ in this town, its poverty and crowds (wow)
f_ck it, while gossipin’ i don’t trust it
i walkin’ this long road adjustin’, ain’t no justice (but)
keep that sh_t to yourself
all them years, you ain’t never say nothin’
all them years, that you ain’t pay nothin’
not sorry for the anger that feel
not sorry for the anguish in the field
not sorry for your lies
not sorry for them calls
not sorry for them nights
not sorry for your flaws
not sorry for your cries
not sorry for your highs
not sorry for your lows
not sorry for them hoes (no)
n0body gives a f_ck, i just preserve
livin’ life wit out a f_cking fear (what is fear)

- y s cmr

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