Orange Jumpsuit - Pressa

Press Machine x2

Press Machine x2

Presserr

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 fucking nigga he wan bring me on workouts

But where i come from we neglected to back out

Ain’t bitch up then so i ain’t bitch up now

I dun seen niggas

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 niggas 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 nigga crazy

Turning back to range

Hit him with a left hook now that nigga dazed

Now its a 3 on 1

But that didn’t faze

Bitch nigga tried to grab my hair but i got it in braids

Im like uh nigga got PressMachine

So much blood on the unit guess some time to machine

Can’t trust a nigga cause these niggas 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

Niggas ain’t real yeah they bitch made

Like fuck 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

Niggas wan call me for shows now

But i ain’t even really wanna go now