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pressure - the produca lyrics

[verse]
it’s getting really hard to write a rhyme
man, i’m feeling it like everytime
showing people what i made in my
head is a thought that i didn’t like
but i’ve been working real hard to forget it
doubt it everytime, gotta let it
flow in my mind, yeah i get it
but everytime i read it feel like that i could have done it better
i’d rather stop to work at all than to fix it, what’s the matter?
i didn’t like any of my older styles
so i went and got a new one, went a few miles
forgot to smile, cause it’s different now, time is up
i’m a clown, got around, gotta fire up
we got beef, if she leaves, imma tie her up
why don’t you like to work at all? ask the higher ups
but i’m back up in this b*tch, and i’m better than ever
i got a new measure, me and myself, under pressure
it’s a pleasure to beat you all i’m inevitable
it doesn’t matter but don’t you say i’m forgettable
an incredible daredevil, rhymes written in braille
riding my beats with a sale, with a sword on my back
now i’m back all in black and i’ll impale
every hater talking sh*t, with no avail
yeah you gotta make ’em believe and feel where their hearts is
wandering around i gotta show them where my god is
prophecies made by the best of us
the best of us, is never ever gonna be enough
riding the night through the wind like i’m god’s sent
right in the middle of the night, call the gods and
scream at the top of lungs that i’ve gone mad
search for the peace in my mind is the hard end
they show you options to begin, don’t realize who you have been
that you mean it when you tell them that you want this from within
it’s the blood of your own kin, it’s the doubts in you i think
but you gotta put them aside and work it up again
make up excuses to not be working right now
gotta get this quest done, gotta get this hoe out
“oh wow, you’ve been really wasting lots of time”
yeah i know it, i’ve been preaching the same sh*t in my own rhyme
is it really so easy? you can believe me that it’s not
people asking every day if you’ve been working or forgot
no i did not, you’re just really getting on my nervous
mind your own stuff, lemme go and finish this verse but
every moment’s stolen by the righteous believers
who will leave us for some adidas, with the mind of a fetus
they will beat us and never greet us, every time they mistreat us
calling for jesus, the back talk’s how they gon’ they cheat us
and then defeat us, the faith getting lower by the day
in the people that we call friends, family and bae
i’m not gonna shut up i just really wanna say
that we should be much more kinder all around, so how’s your day?
everybody needs help, we’re all stressed by the slavery
life is a comedy, work is unsavory
so save yourself’s while you can, check the curtain
mental health should be more than a servant
i’m d*mned to be pushing stuff i need to do
finish everything i want, but nothing that is true
like, who’s gonna judge me? me, myself and i
are not coming together, i feel like taking a dive
it’s alright, imma get back on a track with a different vibe
with a different style of choice and a different mind
imma lay it out again and just make it mine
pushing myself to the better kind
it feels like it’s been ages since my latest song
but now i drop ’em all where they do belong
and this is all i want, i’ve been prayin’ for
helping people out is what i’m aiming for

- the produca lyrics

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