Under Pressure - Big Mack & Marz

Pressure pushing down on me Pressing down on you no man ask for Under pressure That burns a building down Splits a family in two Puts people on streets Bah bah bah bah bah bah Bah bah bah bah bah bah That's okay! It's the terror of knowing What this world is about Watching some good friends Screaming let me out! Pray tomorrow takes me higher Pressure on people People on streets Do do do bah bah bah bah Okay Chippin' around Kick my brains round the floor These are the days It never rains but it pours People on streets People on streets It's the terror of knowing What this world is about Watching some good friends Screaming let me out! Pray tomorrow takes me higher higher higher Pressure on people People on streets Turned away from it all Like a blind man Sat on a fence, but it don't work Keep coming up with love But it's so slashed and torn Why? Why? Why? Love, love, love, love Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking Can't we give ourselves one more chance? Why can't we give love that one more chance? Why can't we give love give love give love? Give love give love give love give love give love? 'Cause love's such an old fashioned word And love dares you to care For the people on the edge of the night And love dares you to change our way Of caring about ourselves This is our last dance This is our last dance This is ourselves under pressure Under pressure Pressure

Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I'mma die alone Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone People calling me, asking me for money, man The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone Flashbacks of a youngin' sipping that purple Kool Aid Skipping school with my homies and chiefing reefer for two days Running from the law, living how I'm living, fuck 'em all Bumping Triple Six Hennessy in my cup, driving through the sticks Who the bitch riding with me? Man, the devil tryna get me Motivated, under-educated, and hated But finally getting cake like a happy belated Bitch I made it, we on Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it Write it, record it, mix it, master it, press it up, unveil it Feel like I've been waiting forever, forever to inherit This is war, I declare it Time is money, I can't spare it Futuristic, so simplistic Please decipher my linguistics Slow it down, Robitussin I'm the king, ain't no discussion And now we blowing up like spontaneous human combustion My consumption is the illest Section eight, I know you feel this On the come up, where they run up on you for nothing at all Brighter than eleven suns, this the first, where my funds? EBT, that's the card I thank God, I thank God, but it's hard, but it's hard Work so fucking much my greates fear is imma die alone Every diamond in my chain yeah thats a milestone People calling me asking me for money man The only thing imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone God damn, god damn, we at it again Me and my homies that know me blowing up like the Taliban Yeah, my stress up, but I'm blessed up Fuck around and get messed up When I murder the rhyme, I'm living divine You know that I'm one of a kind Lemme get it right now, ho Draped up and I'm dripped out, right now, ho Caked up 'til I cash out and I got 'em all wondering how, so On the down low, haters drown slow On the down low, haters drown slow Oh God, my God, we got it all right Oh God, my God, we gotta get it, right? These fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right? I said these fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right? Tell me that they love me, know damn well that they don't give a fuck I be on that finger flipping killing shit up in the cut That's what's up All these bitches out here tryna gas it up This is everything I ever wanted, I can't pass it up Life changed in a year, couldn't happen fast enough "Can I do it like you do it?" That's what they be asking us White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting up Live it up, hold on to your dream, don't ever give it up Finally had my share of success, and shit, I can't get enough Now they know my name through the nation Cause my single like that good shit, man, always in rotation Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations Stacking profit on profit, from this music I'm making Even Jesus had haters, so when you feeling forsaken Tell 'em jealous Judas is who this is, and man, that'll break 'em And bitch I'm still the same Dash of auto tune so y'all can feel the pain Broke as fuck, back in that basement, not a dollar to my name Chasing fame, chasing glory, 'til the day we make a story Positive that life ain't mine, bitch you can take that shit to Maury Work so fucking much my greates fear is imma die alone Every diamond in my chain yeah thats a milestone People calling me asking me for money man The only thing imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone (Hello, no one is available to take your call) I been working hard, I been searching for God I been working hard, I been searching for God (Please leave a message after the tone) Little brother, this is your sister, you're busy, I get you But I insist you call me back cause I miss you I wish you well, well, I wish you would call Cause lately you feel like I'm just not your sister at all, all I'm sorry for calling and balling, I'm all in And I feel like I'm falling lately, it feel like my children hate me You tell me I'm beautiful and yet no man wanna date me Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me And lately I, I feel more like mommy, I know I'm me, but still You always seemed to pick up the phone and somehow I feel Better, but you been answering me lesser and lesser So I resorted to the pills in my dresser, I'm gone As as for he left and he ain't coming back I hate the man, if I see him I swear I tell him that No longer cooking crack in my kitchen, cutting, selling that He broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and back I been working hard, I been searching for God I can feel the Devil around me as they all applaud Promise you won't forget me, that you'll always be with me And even when you gone I can call whenever he hit me Under pressure, I've been feeling under pressure Hey, son, this is your father, don't mean to bother How are you? Heard you were in town, but I never saw ya Tried to call ya, where are ya? And Paris, what a beautiful destination And perish right by the Eiffel, come now, please don't be spiteful Of all my small talk, I think we're overdue a long talk When I see kids around the way I say "hey, I'm your dad" It gets me thinking of incredible moments we've had And on the real I'm trying so hard not to bug you But do you think you could stop rapping about my drug use? I'm two years clean, no longer a fiend Yeah, I'm 57, but I feel 19 And I love you I swear, Bobby, I know you're there And when the time is right I know that you gon' take care Of anything I need, of your family Can I have some tickets to your next show? Would you stand with me? Can I have some money for my new honey that's hella fine? I forgot to mention I got divorced from your step-mom My mind going crazy, but I still look hella calm Maybe you could tell beep I've been feeling under pressure Hey, what's up, bro? I didn't want much, man, just calling to see what's going on I know you're busy Dad hit me up, it's his birthday today, but I know you know that Yeah, he calling, he be tryna introduce me to his new chick and stuff, man, I don't know how to handle that I don't wanna tell him like nah, I ain't trying to meet her off top, you know So what you think I should do? Text me, I know you're busy, dawg But he been calling me saying he wanna come down, he wanna bring his new chick and Brenda's like "Damn, he really tryna rock out with his new chick" Cause you know we all talk to Debbie But I don't know, I don't know how to tell him this shit so Just hit me back whenever you got the time, man I know there's more shit on your plate You ain't gotta hit me, dawg, but if you do I'd appreciate it When you back, love you, do your thing Swag RattPack all day, boy Alright, nigga Yeah, dear family, I'm so sorry that I've been distant Everything changed in an instant, my time has been inconsistent I know that you been insisting, I know that birthday I missed it I swore I told my assistant, but I guess my mind is in another place Thoughts often in another world, I started seeing another girl It fell through, man, what a world But I'm so focused on my craft, on employing my staff Such a perfectionist, I can't even finish this draft This letter to the ones I love, the ones that I miss Brothers and sisters that hit me up just to reminisce Meanwhile people outside of my blood asking for favors I don't owe you a fucking thing, you best switch your behavior Truly remarkable how I barely know you, but somehow owe you When you don't even know 'bout the shit I go through We ain't spoken in a while, tell me sister, how your child? Come now, girl, give me a smile, come on, girl, don't do me foul Sorry I ain't call before, but I'm calling you right now I heard that you was popping E, stop resorting to the vile How my mama, how she doing, does she know what I'm pursuing? I ain't talk to her in years, that relationship she ruined But sometimes I wake and wonder just what the fuck I'm doing They say family is everything, I swear that shit the truth I should spend it all with y'all, but I spend it in the booth This is everything I love, this is everything I need Never sacrifice this feeling even though my heart it bleed This is everything I love, everything I need Never sacrifice this feeling even though my heart bleed Under pressure, I've been feeling under pressure Hey, son, I'm sorry I missed your call today, but I was in an AA meeting A friend of mine was celebrating four years so I couldn't get you right then And then when I called you wouldn't even answer or whatever Just wondering how things are going Jenn and I aren't together anymore Living on my own, you know Anyway, the whole family, even the ones you don't know My sister, some of your aunts that you've never met are very proud of you. Your cousins just love you too. Anyway, son, I love you, I just want you to know that. And just keep grinding, you know. And I don't wanna hear you joining the Illuminati. Then I gotta jail you out. I love you, son. So

(Marz) Nigga from the block I just be playin' with rocks Ayy, uh We got this shit out the mud (out the mud) Really be slangin' them drugs I take the bitch from the club (nigga, I did) Can't hit that bitch with no glove, ugh (nah, I can't do that) These bitches be dirty, these bitches be thirsty These bitches ain't lookin' for love (nah, nah, nah) She ain't gon' fuck with no scrub, uh You gotta pay her in dubs (you gotta pay that bitch that) She be like, "Dee, why you stop?" (Why you stop?) I heard that you been gettin' guap (been gettin' guap) Dee, I remember when you ain't have shit, now you got a Rolex watch, uh (how you do it?) Now it's diamonds on your chain, uh (diamonds on your chain) Oh, you don't remember my name, huh? (Rеmember your name) Baе, why you act a lil' strange? Uh (why you act like that?) What you gon' do for that change? (What you gon' do for that change?) They be like, "Dee, where you at?" (Where you at?) I don't know, but the old me back (old me back) She tell me I'm heartless, she tell me I'm rude 'Cause I don't be showin' no slack, uh (I don't be showin' all that) I was just bustin' some crack down Rocks, countin' up racks (oh, you was?) Load it up, then go attack, uh (okay) DeeBaby don't got attached (nah) Young nigga, I like to work (Marz, I like to work) I make the bitch go to work, uh (bitch go to work) Pussy so good, I said I would leave But that bitch put me on a curse Bitch, I'm a dog I put the bitch straight to sleep, take the bread out her purse I put that bitch on a Perc' (bitch on a Perc') Baby, it could've been worse, ayy (could've been worse) I really hang with them Crips (with them Crips) But you knew that shit off the rip (shit off the rip) Your bitch wanna fuck Soon as she hop in my car 'cause I'm lickin' my lips (oh, you like that, huh?) She say she peepin' my drip (my drip) Say her last nigga wasn't shit Ain't no comparin' to this (no comparin') She don't be sharin' her shit, ayy (Marz) They be like, "Dee, you a'ight?" (You aight?) My new car got neon lights, uh (okay) One in the front and the back (one in the back) I heard you ain't livin' too nice (livin' too nice) I heard that you needed a ride Can't beef with no nigga who can't even drive (no broke-ass nigga) I can tell by the look in your eyes (yeah) Bitch, you ain't ever cut up no pie (man, I can tell) All that ice, I know that you see, uh (Kknow that you see) I'm who these niggas wan' be, uh (niggas wan' be) I had to wish my ex good luck 'Cause it don't get no better than Dee (don't get no better than Dee, huh?) Damn, I wish my niggas was free (niggas was free) I'm chargin' 30 a key (30 a key) At the store, gotta grab me a two, uh Pull up in that big body B, uh (big body Benz) I was just coolin' with K (K) Got tired of arguin' with J (I did) I just might call up lil' A (lil' A) 'Cause she give me head all day (man, that shit good) She don't be askin' no questions I let that bitch sit on the top like some dressing (okay) I ain't be tryin' to risk it Say she like me more 'cause I'm Mexican, yeah (Marz) I'm just a young nigga from the block (block) Really be playin' with rocks (rocks) Fifties and hundreds all over my Glocks Play with DeeBaby, get popped I had to call up the gang Spin the whole city right now 'cause this shit gettin' hot (you know that this shit gettin' hot) I'm yellin', "Free Jiggalo," 'til they let that bitch out (let that bitch out) We finna head to the top (we finna head to the top) I had to cut that bitch off and go handle some business (handle some business) 'Cause that's how I rock (that's how I rock) I want the paper, baby No, I don't want no twat, I want that guap Hit him with headshots Think he got chicken pox, he see the red dot (red dot itchin') Fuck on your baby mama Soon as you go to work, I'm blowin' her legs out (damn, Marz)