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Pressure Video (MV)




Performed By: Jackboy
Length: 3:28
Written by: Pierre DeLince, Milan Modi, Thomas Horton




Jackboy - Pressure Lyrics
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Hello
Yo, what it is, my dawg?
Shit, due to unfortunate circumstances, I gotta watch this shit from the bleachers
But I'm rest assured, you gon' be the one to take us to the Super Bowl
NFL, Niggas For Life, Never Forget Loyalty
You pressure, my nigga and I'm lovin' the presentation
I'm really proud of you
There's a lot more I wanna say but words sometime get in the way
Keep steppin' how you steppin' fam
Glee

(Pipe that shit up TnT)
(Yung Lan on the track)

My nigga told me I'm pressure, made it out where we from
Lil' nigga you something special but you gotta fall back
From doing all that extra, why you dancing with the devil?
'Cause detective Miller still tryna arrest, I don't give no f*cks
I'm still clutchin' Berettas, I'm still clutchin' that metal
And best believe I put it to your temple, give him headshots
Tryna bust a nigga pimple, well Jack, it ain't all that simple
Every problem ain't solved by spinning in the rental
Rather pull up with you and rock out at the venue

See the streets done gave me jewels, I done learned some shit
I couldn't be taught in school, loose screw with the tool
But he make a move, that boy move smooth, ain't got no glove
Socks on his hand ain't tryna leave back none of them clues
Swear fore I ran up them racks, robbed a nigga out his shoes
Said 'fore I had all them racks, that lil' bih gave me the boot
No she didn't want f*ck with Jack, now that lil' bitch pick and choose
I'll be damned, I give all my love away to a Swoop
I'll be damned I got all these racks, my mom don't got no roof
Jackin', trappin', whatever to make it happen
These niggas be getting caught lackin'
'Cause the judge told 'em no more packin'
Shouldn't listen to your PO when you beefing with them people
'Cause these niggas will zip you up just to wrap the beef up like a burrito
We da neighborhood heroes but we still be slangin' iron
Might never buy a watch 'cause I'm traumatized from doing time
I'm a buy one just to show them hating ass niggas I been on my grind
Bust down thotiana, come spend some casual time

My nigga told me I'm pressure, made it out where we from
Lil' nigga you something special but you gotta fall back
From doing all that extra, why you dancing with the devil?
'Cause detective Miller still tryna arrest, I don't give no f*cks
I'm still clutchin' Berettas, I'm still clutchin' that metal
And best believe I put it to your temple, give him headshots
Tryna bust a nigga pimple, well Jack, it ain't all that simple
Every problem ain't solved by spinning in the rental
Rather pull up with you and rock out at the venue

Can't be neighborhood hero, I'm a villain with a big ol' gun
That just how a nigga gotta come, nigga steppin' where I'm from
Nigga put you on the news in a minute
Test all that gangsta shit you talkin', show your pussy ass you ain't livin' how we livin'
How y'all niggas spinnin' but it ain't never been a killing?
Want beef? Bring that shit to your mama kitchen
I love my niggas who really with me
'Cause for real for real, I really don't know who out to get me
'Cause for real for real, sometimes feel like they with me
Can't say I'm wrong for having them thoughts going on
Can't tell me shit about that 'til you get caught by a nigga that's tryna be on
Can't tell me shit about that, I suggest you just go leave me 'lone
(Leave me 'lone)
Ain't tryna pick up the phone, leave a voicemail, I'm not home
Right now stuck in my zone, I got thug all in my bone
I'll bust that boy lil' dome, I'm on Henny not Patron
Drop a medley on this song, f*ck your feature on my song

My nigga told me I'm pressure, made it out where we from
Lil' nigga you something special but you gotta fall back
From doing all that extra, why you dancing with the devil?
'Cause detective Miller still tryna arrest, I don't give no f*cks
I'm still clutchin' Berettas, I'm still clutchin' that metal
And best believe I put it to your temple, give him headshots
Tryna bust a nigga pimple, well Jack, it ain't all that simple
Every problem ain't solved by spinning in the rental
Rather pull up with you and rock out at the venue

My nigga told me I'm pressure, made it out where we from
Lil' nigga you something special but you gotta fall back
From doing all that extra, why you dancing with the devil?
'Cause detective Miller still tryna arrest, I don't give no f*cks
I'm still clutchin' Berettas
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Hello
Yo, what it is, my dawg?
Shit, due to unfortunate circumstances, I gotta watch this shit from the bleachers
But I'm rest assured, you gon' be the one to take us to the Super Bowl
NFL, Niggas For Life, Never Forget Loyalty
You pressure, my nigga and I'm lovin' the presentation
I'm really proud of you
There's a lot more I wanna say but words sometime get in the way
Keep steppin' how you steppin' fam
Glee

(Pipe that shit up TnT)
(Yung Lan on the track)

My nigga told me I'm pressure, made it out where we from
Lil' nigga you something special but you gotta fall back
From doing all that extra, why you dancing with the devil?
'Cause detective Miller still tryna arrest, I don't give no f*cks
I'm still clutchin' Berettas, I'm still clutchin' that metal
And best believe I put it to your temple, give him headshots
Tryna bust a nigga pimple, well Jack, it ain't all that simple
Every problem ain't solved by spinning in the rental
Rather pull up with you and rock out at the venue

See the streets done gave me jewels, I done learned some shit
I couldn't be taught in school, loose screw with the tool
But he make a move, that boy move smooth, ain't got no glove
Socks on his hand ain't tryna leave back none of them clues
Swear fore I ran up them racks, robbed a nigga out his shoes
Said 'fore I had all them racks, that lil' bih gave me the boot
No she didn't want f*ck with Jack, now that lil' bitch pick and choose
I'll be damned, I give all my love away to a Swoop
I'll be damned I got all these racks, my mom don't got no roof
Jackin', trappin', whatever to make it happen
These niggas be getting caught lackin'
'Cause the judge told 'em no more packin'
Shouldn't listen to your PO when you beefing with them people
'Cause these niggas will zip you up just to wrap the beef up like a burrito
We da neighborhood heroes but we still be slangin' iron
Might never buy a watch 'cause I'm traumatized from doing time
I'm a buy one just to show them hating ass niggas I been on my grind
Bust down thotiana, come spend some casual time

My nigga told me I'm pressure, made it out where we from
Lil' nigga you something special but you gotta fall back
From doing all that extra, why you dancing with the devil?
'Cause detective Miller still tryna arrest, I don't give no f*cks
I'm still clutchin' Berettas, I'm still clutchin' that metal
And best believe I put it to your temple, give him headshots
Tryna bust a nigga pimple, well Jack, it ain't all that simple
Every problem ain't solved by spinning in the rental
Rather pull up with you and rock out at the venue

Can't be neighborhood hero, I'm a villain with a big ol' gun
That just how a nigga gotta come, nigga steppin' where I'm from
Nigga put you on the news in a minute
Test all that gangsta shit you talkin', show your pussy ass you ain't livin' how we livin'
How y'all niggas spinnin' but it ain't never been a killing?
Want beef? Bring that shit to your mama kitchen
I love my niggas who really with me
'Cause for real for real, I really don't know who out to get me
'Cause for real for real, sometimes feel like they with me
Can't say I'm wrong for having them thoughts going on
Can't tell me shit about that 'til you get caught by a nigga that's tryna be on
Can't tell me shit about that, I suggest you just go leave me 'lone
(Leave me 'lone)
Ain't tryna pick up the phone, leave a voicemail, I'm not home
Right now stuck in my zone, I got thug all in my bone
I'll bust that boy lil' dome, I'm on Henny not Patron
Drop a medley on this song, f*ck your feature on my song

My nigga told me I'm pressure, made it out where we from
Lil' nigga you something special but you gotta fall back
From doing all that extra, why you dancing with the devil?
'Cause detective Miller still tryna arrest, I don't give no f*cks
I'm still clutchin' Berettas, I'm still clutchin' that metal
And best believe I put it to your temple, give him headshots
Tryna bust a nigga pimple, well Jack, it ain't all that simple
Every problem ain't solved by spinning in the rental
Rather pull up with you and rock out at the venue

My nigga told me I'm pressure, made it out where we from
Lil' nigga you something special but you gotta fall back
From doing all that extra, why you dancing with the devil?
'Cause detective Miller still tryna arrest, I don't give no f*cks
I'm still clutchin' Berettas
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Writer: Pierre DeLince, Milan Modi, Thomas Horton
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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