Pressure lyrics

[Chorus ?]
You gotta trust your timing, you know it's always perfect timing
You know the pressure always make good diamonds
I don't even post no throwback Thirsdays, I can't look behind me
Where was you when we was at the bottom?
Who are you n*ggas? You don't know [?]
Getting the money, avoiding the drama
Shooting like Martin, he coming for Tommy
Hit you with Tommy rounds
They tryna lock me down
But I got options now
[?] like pasta now
[?] money sh*t just like it's a sport
Imma score like Curry and [?]
She the one that a n*gga ador
Me a more, get put in Deore

[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
Have the speed when I hop in the Porshe, they know we started sh*t from the floor
Got the key, now I'm opening doors
Tryna be on the cover of Forbs
Hot in the streets, you ain't jumped off the porch
A n*gga sweet, then he gotta get torched
Money clean, I ain't taking no [?]
[?] couldn't aford
No TBT, blowing up like TNT
This money stretch like limozeen
b*tches tryna get in between
But they won't get a fraction
Diamonds spazzin, and they overreacting
Had to put the hood right back on the map
And go and get some money, keep this sh*t stackin
n*ggas fake, I don't believe all of they captions
In the Wraighth, I'm getting higher than Nasa
You ain't working, why the f*ck is you asking?
Ship them packs in, then we wait for the package
[?] get it in fast
Out on the block till the sun is up
If that n*gga playing around with the bag, I guess the boy must be dumb or something
[Chorus ?]
You gotta trust your timing, you know it's always perfect timing
You know the pressure always make good diamonds
I don't even post no throwback Thirsdays, I can't look behind me
Where was you when we was at the bottom?
Who are you n*ggas? You don't know [?]
Getting the money, avoiding the drama
Shooting like Martin, he coming for Tommy
Hit you with Tommy rounds
They tryna lock me down
But I got options now
[?] like pasta now
[?] money sh*t just like it's a sport
Imma score like Curry and [?]
She the one that a n*gga ador
Me a more, get put in Deore

[Verse 2 ?]
Got a big bag, but I want more
With the Mozzerati [?]
I pull up, push [?] the floor
[?] open the door
[?]
[?] from a distance, [?] make sure that they're still alive
I tell the teller to give me my dollars, [?]
Got a big pile of the doegh
And that sh*t came with a hose
[?] with my bros
I split it up with my bros
Shots on the team like D. Rose
[?]
n*ggas sick, they give me a cold
I was stuck in the trap, and I wouldn't go back until all of these racks [?]
Thy told me not to go back, but I went back to back time
n*ggas is [?], my pockets is fat [?]
I'm in my lane like [?]
You couldn't get on the roster
The bills is tangled like pasta
I don't [?] deposit
Woke up [?]
Woke up like I'm James Harden
Talking money in the morning
Making money while you yauning
I don't trap with the bracelet on, [?] cases on him
[Chorus ?]
You gotta trust your timing, you know it's always perfect timing
You know the pressure always make good diamonds
I don't even post no throwback Thirsdays, I can't look behind me
Where was you when we was at the bottom?
Who are you n*ggas? You don't know [?]
Getting the money, avoiding the drama
Shooting like Martin, he coming for Tommy
Hit you with Tommy rounds
They tryna lock me down
But I got options now
[?] like pasta now
[?] money sh*t just like it's a sport
Imma score like Curry and [?]
She the one that a n*gga ador
Me a more, get put in Deore

[Verse 3 ?]
She wanna drip in Deore, let's run up and go buy out the store
I hit from the back, she gon come back for more
She know I'm that n*gga [?]
Coming from nothing, I just wanna ball
Foot on they neck, other foot in the door
[?] f*ck up [?]
Stuck on the block, I knew it was war
It's a lotta hate when you coming from getting nothing to making money
Maybe these n*ggas broke, so they throwing shade, so we take a [?] sunny
These lil b*tches they adore me, when I ain't have nothing, they ain't want me
[?] is like 06, with the sidekick and rugby
Those is Off White, b*tch don't touch me
And I heard they said I'm moving funny
Having the same clothes for like three days, I was really rtrappin moving duzzins
I was really trappin, n*gga trust me
[?]
[?] she say she love me
This the perfect time to get some money
[Chorus ?]
You gotta trust your timing, you know it's always perfect timing
You know the pressure always make good diamonds
I don't even post no throwback Thirsdays, I can't look behind me
Where was you when we was at the bottom?
Who are you n*ggas? You don't know [?]
Getting the money, avoiding the drama
Shooting like Martin, he coming for Tommy
Hit you with Tommy rounds
They tryna lock me down
But I got options now
[?] like pasta now
[?] money sh*t just like it's a sport
Imma score like Curry and [?]
She the one that a n*gga ador
Me a more, get put in Deore