Rylin Chantz - Press

Press down
Shape up
Never settle for the pay cuts
Street culture raised us
Show the whole world what it made us
Sprinting on the blacktop, I could never stand still
My first strap was a nine milli stained steel
We’re on the front lines out here, and that’s real
(That's real)
I’ve been beaten down by this world that we’re living in
Got me feeling like giving in
I’ll never go through this shit again
Stacking up yo, I’m finna win
So, I opened up a couple bank accounts
Putting money in and I never take it out
Ops gon’ plot, just block ‘em out
Bring news to your door like a paper route
Tell you now, I ain’t scared of shit
Hard as brick, I was made for this
Takin’ risks, scrapin’ chips
We ain’t done yet homie, reload the clip
Air ‘em out like a laundry mat
White on black on my Starter cap
Feel the wave yet?
I started that
If you’re tryna spit game don’t start with me
But if you need real talk, come walk with me
Labels on the line tryna talk to me
It’s tempting, but I wish they could see
That I stick to my own script faithfully
Guess everybody’s gon’ wait and see
What me and my team decide to do
If you ride for me, I’ma ride for you
So, come a lil closer and take another look
Rylin’s so much more than just another crook
Fuck what they told you, it’s beneath the surface
‘Cause not a single one of us was ever made perfect
Press down
Shape up
Never settle for the pay cuts
Street culture raised us
Show the whole world what it made us
Press down
Shape up
Never settle for the pay cuts
Street culture raised us
Show the whole world what it made us
Clean cut gentleman, rugged like a saw blade
Study greatness, map it out while I stargaze
Young hustler sellin’ work in the hallways
Born broke, beat the block all day
Stay low key
(Always)
Caught slippin’?
(No way)
She trippin?
(Okay)
Who’s Rylin?
(They say)
Let the whole world know who I am
Shouldn’t even be a question if I can
Could’ve died by now, but here I stand
Blessed by God, fear no man
Always on the move like a nomad
Writing down names in my notepad
Of my allies made through time
You wanna find out?
Bang my line
I’m nothing like these clown ass rappers
Different books, different chapters
More like a ’96 “Makaveli”
Or like a 97’ “Life After..”
No bullshit, no cappin’
Less talking, more action
You sleeping, quit napping
On the black top like I had no choice
Only had a pen when I had no voice
Street culture stays running through my veins
Investment moves still running through my brain
No matter where they’re from, treat ‘em the same
Before too long, start teaching ‘em game
And watch them blessings come back around
When we splitting stacks and sipping crown
Press down
Press through
Impress me
Impress you
Stress free
Stress proof
Step three
Step two
Step one
Guess who?
My dream
My crew
Show me
What’s what
I’ll show them
Who’s who
Old flow
Old news
Nah, pro flow
Pro tools
New class
New school
Old to me
New to you
Eyes up
Eyes open
Clean cut
Well spoken
All drive
All focus
(All focus)
(All focus)

Written by:
Rylin Brown

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