Pressin’ Keys lyrics

Yeah J
(They know what the f*ck it is)
Fake out

Hey yo
Where I’m at astonishing maneuvered through these streets with my accomplices
Trail of shattered hearts and broken promises
I had to build my confidence and pray I found a shorty that could compliment
The only way y’all catching up is condiments
These n*ggas gotta honor it, this sh*t was meant to be, it’s like the condom ripped
No Plan B, we on some honors sh*t
I really ain’t got time to sit, I wasted plenty chilling with these hoes
Realizing we was gettin’ high I’m fallin’ short of goals
Now it’s backiеs on the wake up (wake up), rеad a couple chapters, get my cake up
Tell my chick I like her better with no make-up (what up babe)
Life is Gucci, that’s a Fendi word to Jacob
n*ggas goofy, don’t offend me, check Fenty you wanna make up (n*gga)

Every man plays his own role
And everything starts with a leader I’m a good leader
So I got good people that follow
You know what I’m sayin’ it’s simple
You can only be like the n*gga that’s running your crew

Ayo $400 dinners, no dessert, knew my worth
Shoot for first, man I’m dropping ashes on my Hugo shirt
n*gga nerds, I was getting pus*y broke and that’s my word
But short stays turned to dropping gram roachies on the curb
Rappers jewelry ain’t fooling me, they usually be b*tch (they usually be b*tches)
Kept it neutral sh*t been useful I see both sides of the fence
That real sh*t what I’m used to keep my morals until the end
Sticky situations I elevated this ain’t pretend pus*y (this for real boy)
Mix designer wit the merch check the drip, please
The shoes I wear a lilttle big for Shaq, they can’t fit these
She just wanna see if rumors true, get ya b*tch G’z
Still with n*ggas that would cruise the city on our 6 speeds (the homies)
Keep my brothers close they know it ain’t no switching
Guards don’t get the handoff you gotta play positions
My homie praying to Allah but most these n*ggas Christian
Just talk about the sh*t we lived and you could see the difference, n*gga