4th Quarter Pressure

So much pain in my body, I feel stressed out I'm working on this music, I'm just tryna get the check now Had to call my brother, he said that he feeling out Said I'm on another planet, working on our next now Working on this album, feeling like I'm on some crunch time I'll try to make another so my brother sell his last dime Remember writing rhymes in notepads while at lunch time Now I'm stacking pallets, I'm just thinking bout that next line Try and make it out the gutter Go and live my best life I'm hating shit right now But maybe I'll love my next life Buy a house for every time I stressed on rent Driving fucked up Honda's now But ima get me a Benz and whips for all of my friends They gone take what they can take But you could never call me fake This ain't luck, it's my fate This ain't love, it was hate Ima ball out in staples 24 breaking ankles Watch me hit it from all angles I ain't take no fucking losses Since my papa came an angel I guess it's life but it's still painful But they call and ima save you When you on they gone chase you Was on a break I'm Ross and Rachel But I'm coming for that bankroll $140 in the safe bro I'm just tryna split the cake I got to work and set my plate I'm on my grind, it's where I stay I don't be going out to places Don't remember many faces Got these beats I'm entertaining I see the world for all its danger So I'm chilling writing bangers Tryna find a better way to live I'll take my time enjoy this shit This ain't a talent, it's a gift I'll sink my talons when I grip You got a bag full of zips I got a bag full of writtens Gotta pack on a mission It's good riddance So much pain in my body, I feel stressed out I'm working on this music, I'm just tryna get the check now Had to call my brother, he said that he feeling out Said I'm on another planet, working on our next now Working on this album, feeling like I'm on some crunch time I'll try to make another so my brother sell his last dime Remember writing rhymes in notepads while at lunch time Now I'm stacking pallets, I'm just thinking bout that next line My homeboys having kids I feel some pride they hold they shit I ain't surprised because they men But Ima ride for them And ima die holding this pen Forever humble and outspoken For my fam I'll move an ocean For my fam stopped drinking potion Took a step back practiced ghosting Interstate I'm steady coasting This your lane I'll just get over Ain't tryna step on any toes But I'm just tryna get my records Sold from here to Nova Scotia So when it's over turn your crew to Motorola It's old news man quit talking bout your old moves I don't wanna hear another track Bout what you "gone do" I knew my brother fighting for his life But he gone pull through I know them cops was shining on them lights, but we ain't full proof So much pain in my body, I feel stressed out I'm working on this music, I'm just tryna get the check now Had to call my brother, he said that he feeling out Said I'm on another planet, working on our next now Working on this album, feeling like I'm on some crunch time I'll try to make another so my brother sell his last dime Remember writing rhymes in notepads while at lunch time Now I'm stacking pallets, I'm just thinking bout that next line