Orange Jumpsuit lyrics

Intro:
Pressa Pressa
Press Machine x2
Press Machine x2
Presserr

Verse 1:
Only 18 hours in a Toronto cell
Screaming Wass gang at the top of lungs
I'm like Pressa you know you ain't make back in the cell
Jumping off my bunk as soon as breakfast anounnced
I'm like Pressa in the building but my opps got a full house
They say by morning that's something to rap 'bout(exactly)
What Pressa gon rap 'bout?
Tried crack me
You know I'm used to the hard route
Server at my head he say he drift at the next house
But I ain't leaving range 'less I leave with a bangout
I'm half philipino so I feel like I'm Pacqiao
Get coked off of blood you can call it collateral
Soon as im doing crack you can call me a greyhound
Then he grab jump my jumper said he dont need a lockdown
Little f*cking n*gga he wan bring me on workouts
But where i come from we neglected to back out
Ain't b*tch up then so i ain't b*tch up now
I dun seen n*ggas
Turn bishop now
Its me in the back with that one trey pound
So its me in the back with my hundred pounds
They gon rush me
But i couldn’t wait
I knew n*ggas gon jump in once a fight was engaged
How could you watch your dog fight when you both in the cage
He be like Michael in the wire
In the sun and we baked
That n*gga crazy
Turning back to range
Hit him with a left hook now that n*gga dazed
Now its a 3 on 1
But that didn’t faze
b*tch n*gga tried to grab my hair but i got it in braids
Im like uh n*gga got PressMachine
So much blood on the unit guess some time to machine
Can't trust a n*gga cause these n*ggas turned frenemies
Cause im realer than death there ain't no realer than me
Now the rumors round the streets that i broke my 2 arms
When i sent him to ER
Can’t take his teeth out cause he already toothless
And i left that fight with little scrapes no bruises
n*ggas ain't real yeah they b*tch made
Like f*ck it all i missed was a birthday
Im feeling like the weather so im floyd may
They got my ass on a thursday
Im Wassi
That Wassi dance more than saucey
I was in the hole shadow boxing with Wassi
What happens when presa mix this hook with that beat
I know the city minds like john tory wheres my key
Ay ay ay ay
All i really want is my city
We can overseas or near me
n*ggas wan call me for shows now
But i ain't even really wanna go now