Pressure Bust Pipes lyrics

[Intro]
(EVRGRN with the heat, yeah)

[Chorus: Jackboy]
Whatever you do, you cannot take this sh*t for granted
Try to run your routes, I tell it's hard for me to manage
They say the pressure was on, well, I didn't notice
'Cause that pressure don't really mean sh*t when you out here focused
Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I'm toting
New extendo in this b*tch, need a reason to load it
All I know is grind, in the booth all day, would've thought this where I live
In the booth all day, that sh*t help mе see mil's

[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
I took a chance and rolled the dicе (Rolled the dice)
All these rap n*ggas act so weird
I got bodies in that field, ain't tattle-taled
She hit my line and I might slide (I might slide)
Yeah, she ain't want me 'fore the deal (b*tch)
Now I got her in my bed witnessing my skills, uh, uh
Yeah, I been stacking royalties like Legos (Legos)
I shape up all these killers like some Play-Doh (I don't play, though)
Stuck between the streets and this rap sh*t
Like two slices of bread, I'm the mayo
Know I'm smiling but I don't play though (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Jackboy with Fredo Bang]
Whatever you do, you cannot take this sh*t for granted
Try to run your routes, I tell it's hard for me to manage
They say the pressure was on, well, I didn't notice
'Cause that pressure don't really mean sh*t when you out here focused
Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I'm toting
New extendo in this b*tch, need a reason to load it
All I know is grind, in the booth all day, would've thought this where I live
In the booth all day, that sh*t help me see mil's

[Verse 2: Jackboy]
All day off in the booth, help me make it up out the 'jects
I been up grinding with no sleep, feel like I don't even got time to rest
I been struggling all my life, I done finally got me a check
Young rich n*gga, I could flood my necklace with baguettes
Fifteen hunnid on my kicks, that's how you 'posed to step
And none of you n*ggas ain't seeing me, b*tch, I got the belt
Like John Cena, but I ain't doing no fighting, this a gun inside my Bimmer
n*gga run up on me crazy, I'ma leave ya'
NFL, I'm in that field, I catch you slipping, I'm let go
You n*ggas ain't got no bread, y'all need to catch up, no tomato
And that chopper rip your ass apart, suggest you stay out my way though
'Cause all a n*gga know is bang, would've thought my first name Fredo

[Chorus: Jackboy with Fredo Bang]
Whatever you do, you cannot take this sh*t for granted
Try to run your routes, I tell it's hard for me to manage
They say the pressure was on, well, I didn't notice
'Cause that pressure don't really mean sh*t when you out here focused
Pressure bust pipes, but not the pipes I'm toting
New extendo in this b*tch, need to reason to load it
All I know is grind, in the booth all day, would've thought this where I live
In the booth all day, that sh*t help me see mil's