CityBoiGreg - Pressure '97 (feat. JamesThe3rd & Willyynova)

Some real CityBoiGreg shit
Ayo turn me up in the headphones real quick, bro
Yeah
Man
Word
Wrestle with demons on the daily
But the way I hand it to 'em they should pay me
Instead they try to play me for a rookie but I'm legendary
Never been a secondary
Colder than single bitches in February
They hold it over my head to get around me
Lost a lotta niggas but in return I found me
I got 'em runnin' the circus the way they clown me
It's fitting for them niggas
The curtain perfectly crown 'em
And now I'm passing this aggression as the new norm
I'm taking on a new form
It's time to write the new poems
Setting allegations
What I did and didn't do to 'em
But now my elevation got 'em peepin' what I do to 'em
They criticize the pressure I apply
It's cause I'm talented, newborn
I'm passionate
This rapping shit is natural, a true form
Dapper individual
Immaculate and lyrical
The prophet to you niggas
I'm the apple of yo spirituals
Scratchin' at the skin, the melanin too deep
Why you trippin' asking me 'bout people you don't even see
Petty fee is what they tryna pay to take my energy
Mentally I gaged it from a mile away, ain't entering
My physique
Playin' shit that they rewind back
Where you find that
Crossing Willy G is the equivalent to lighting crack
Rather keep my peace cause I don't profit off of fighting back
Mischievous responded like a genius how I react
But I'ma still be good to them peoples cause they needed that
Fillin' all they stomachs with the energy
Ain't feeding back
Prolly take me out
And all for that is why I keep a gat
Ain't mixing with the bad energy
So where the reefer at
Yo
I can spit a flow and make everything feel right
Fresh in that Off-White
Give a chick all pipe
All night
We go rounds like a Ali fight
Skate on these niggas
Hit the ollie just to prove 'em tight
High as a kite
And I never been afraid of heights
Love smoking weed
I don't really do well with advice
I don't fail like Syl when them lights come on
I throw the dice and take a chance when that mic turn on
They get to flockin', hella cocky
Know I'm icy, dawg
Niggas shiesty
Just like a pisces swimming round yall
Niggas get to playin' they shit
Yo turn that down dawg
I could bump my shit
Fuck around and break the sound bar
Broke bread with my niggas
Now we rich as fuck
The Richard Mill time tickin'
I can't listen 'less you payin' up
Burnt a three five as I'm waking up
Bake it up
Can't nobody in the game play with us

Written by:
Gregory Hicks, James Key, William Griffin

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