[Intro]
Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
To get you under my pressure
I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
To get you under my pressure
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Wonder when you gon' notice I'm no good for you
Lover boy but on tracks I'm too hood for you
Reality check, my checks in reality
And it's gon' take shots of Patrón or D'USSÉ just to [?] me
I know, yeah
Meanwhile I been mean for a while my mama said
We was homeless, not hobos
Now the crib got guest rooms and bae like her Stella Rossa gold
Jewelry for the jewelry, I like a lil' bit of wine and dining
Money make tears evaporate when I see her crying
Next batter up to pitch change like [?]
I came from the slums, I'll show you how to turn dirt to diamonds
They want me to smile 'bout the fact I tried it
Acting way before that I wasn't going hard regardless
Dot my I's and I cross my T's
Make sure every step right, put bulletproof on the SUV's
Still
Still they make a target, that was irregardless
The ones with the most feelings, they gon' swear they heartless
Fell in love with the architects though I'm the artist
I just mean the people that build with me and kept it flawless
I was light years ahead even inside my darkest
You can say I'm confident, you can never say I'm a narcissist
[Bridge]
I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
To get you under my pressure
I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
To get you under my pressure

[Verse 2]
I don't do opps, I'm the opp if you ask me
Always been that n***a that hope that my homies pass me
Life was moving slow like the color that's on a taxi
I told my coach that I made it, n***a told me, "Wow, actually"
Know I’ll marry Sam, not Kate and Ashley
Jack of all trades, I still be where the jacks be
N***as chicken just like the logo on Zaxby's
You ain't never got to take from me, all you gotta do is ask me
From the hood but I try to keep it classy
N***as bitches don't argue, they just get a lil' sassy
I don't argue back, it's a thirty round where the MAG be
And a banana clip, a smiley face, my trigger finger happy
Ask me how I got here, I told 'em I want it badly
Wanted to be just like my daddy
Now I'm more than my daddy
Bitches be tryna trap me, aw nah I’m not the pappy
The slip pink like my girl favorite color
Knowledge, wisdom, and power, baby boy, guns and butter
Sweet to my girl, so really it's guns and roses
The Moët just like the Red Sea, I'm a prophet like Moses
Yeah, I'm a prophet like Moses
[Outro]
I really could've kept going too