Get it wasted, all this pressure on my head
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Mind playing tricks, think I¡¯m going crazy.
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Baby, momma, one time
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Homies found a fast car
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And nigger on the ground
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But they thinking they go balling.
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All this pressure on my head
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Mind playing tricks, I¡¯m going crazy.
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Baby, momma, need time
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Homies found a fast car
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And nigger on the ground
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But they thinking they go balling.
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All this pressure on my head
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Mind playing tricks, I¡¯m going crazy.
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Baby, momma, need time
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Homies found a fast car
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Nigger on the ground
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But they thinking they go balling.
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All this pressure on my head.
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Thinking about the time got the goose bumps
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Got me smoking weed, sipping goose rum
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They said a couple pills help you fix the pain
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Make a couple aims, watch you niggers change.
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Turn to chapter four, nigger, page three
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Made it out of hood, out of jail, but you ain¡¯t free
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Riding with a couple killers but the nigger dirty, too.
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Tryin¡¯ just my bitch, but the nigger moving dirty, too.
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He stopped selling coke, now is home invasion
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He stopped telling jokes, ¡®cause he broke a wrist.
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Being broke and dirty gave a nigger chills
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Told me grinding niggers, beat the niggers, make the meals.
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Get it wasted, all this pressure on my head
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Mind playing tricks, think I¡¯m going crazy.
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Baby, momma, one time
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Homies found a fast car
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And nigger on the ground
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But they thinking they go balling.
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All this pressure on my head
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Mind playing tricks, I¡¯m going crazy.
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Baby, momma, need time
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Homies found a fast car
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And nigger on the ground
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But they thinking they go balling.
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All this pressure on my head
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Mind playing tricks, I¡¯m going crazy.
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Baby, momma, need time
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Homies found a fast car
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Nigger on the ground
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But they thinking they go balling.
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All this pressure on my head.
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Try and try, yet my efforts ain¡¯t enough
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Wrap money slow, I¡¯m still trying to slang a stuff
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My pops hit the same face every time
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Bright and early in the morning chasing souls moms.
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The answer¡¯s right in front of us, yet so sublime
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Behind you get this money, yeah, just close the blinds
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Run away, kid, dreams in the car to net you.
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Couple homies dug a murder, but that¡¯s confidential.
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My little brother Wax, he be home in all this.
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Sitting in that small cell, but his dreams enormous.
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Dirty paths, but my future¡¯s spotless
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Car full of that turd pie, know they wash it.
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Tracks hit a nerve, but my meant all and blew up.
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Cocaine music, snort it, nigger, is the purer.
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Ain¡¯t too much left for a hustler to do it
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My team music help Melvin in the blue notes.
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Get it wasted, all this pressure on my head
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Mind playing tricks, think I¡¯m going crazy.
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Baby, momma, one time
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Homies found a fast car
|
And nigger on the ground
|
But they thinking they go balling.
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All this pressure on my head
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Mind playing tricks, I¡¯m going crazy.
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Baby, momma, need time
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Homies found a fast car
|
And nigger on the ground
|
But they thinking they go balling.
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All this pressure on my head
|
Mind playing tricks, I¡¯m going crazy.
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Baby, momma, need time
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Homies found a fast car
|
Nigger on the ground
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But they thinking they go balling.
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All this pressure on my head.
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Pressure On My Head
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| Chinx Drugz |
