| My back is against the wall, more bills than money to pay |
| And I know, just who, just who to call on when I need relief, I pray |
| To help me fight the pressures of the world |
| The pressures, the pressures |
| Uh, my stomach growlin' plus my little sister and little bro gotta eat too |
| Go tell somebody who love you you’re pursuin' your dreams and watch how they |
| treat you |
| I need healing and a blessing, mama dealin' with depression |
| I know because I deal with it daily but still gon' kill it in the session |
| This is bigger than the flexin', money, cars and the gold necklace |
| I gotta heat up for my team, I can’t go on cold stretches |
| This that livin' in the car, scribblin' the bars, haven’t slept for days |
| And giving your all to your music so you and your girl just go y’all’s separate |
| ways |
| It hurts when there’s nothing left to say, she need time but I can’t put that |
| time aside |
| It’s either take off with these raps or I live all my days slavin' at a 9 to 5 |
| Sorry, I can’t do no 9 to 5 |
| It’s not that I’m lazy but I know my worth and it’s way more than what they |
| would pay me |
| Shit, you probably think that I’m crazy and I hope this money will save me but |
| I know this money won’t save me |
| At least it can help out my babies, when college tuition is something |
| I’m peelin' back layer after layer after layers like I’m peelin' onions |
| More flavor for the soul food, dish it to 'em over Pro Tools, wash it down with |
| a cold brew |
| Bills to pay and everybody poor, eviction notice, ain’t nowhere to go |
| Now I’m back to layin' on the floor, mama say she prayin' for me though |
| Gettin' high to take me from the lows, at any time my pistol might blow |
| 'Cause pressure bursts pipes, I know |
| 'Cause pressure bursts pipes, I know |
| 'Cause pressure bursts pipes, I know |
| 'Cause pressure bursts pipes, I know |
| 'Cause pressure bursts pipes, I know |
| Eastside of Atlanta, where I stay |
| Mama took the bus like every day |
| Why was your ass in YMCA? |
| I ate cereal and PB&J |
| Auntie told me that I need to pray |
| Me and grams was sleepin' feet to face |
| 'Posed to went to college for the knowledge |
| I went off to school and caught a case |
| I still owe Sallie Mae three thou', EBT balance on speed dial |
| I barely get any sleep now, I need the pressure relief valve |
| Bitch, do not ask me to freestyle, I can’t do shit for the free-free |
| I can’t do shit off of GP, mama was pawning the TV |
| We borrowed money from aunties, talkin' no heat in the winter |
| Them was some weeks to remember, fuck is we eatin' for dinner? |
| Heatin' water in the microwave, the crib be candle lit until the light gets paid |
| And even when the crib was pitched black, mama said we gon see brighter days |
| Bills to pay and everybody poor, eviction notice, ain’t nowhere to go |
| Now I’m back to layin' on the floor, mama say she prayin' for me though |
| Gettin' high to take me from the lows, at any time my pistol might blow |
| 'Cause pressure bursts pipes, I know |
| 'Cause pressure bursts pipes, I know |
| 'Cause pressure bursts pipes, I know |
| 'Cause pressure bursts pipes, I know |
| 'Cause pressure bursts pipes, I know |