Pressures Of Life - Rasco

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San Fran' stand up, what

Uhh

One time, 'bout to spit this

Check, look

You lookin at the man of steel, you know this man is real

I’m not a thug but I plan to kill

Like — Austin Kearns you lost your turn

How many purple haze sacks did it cost to burn

I know you really need the lift, I better bleed the fifth

I spit rhymes cause I need the chips

Procede to spit, runnin with the speed to get lightning

The way I run on these tracks is quite frightening

I’m the scariest shit you seen in a while

But I still be the cat with ridiculous style

Check the file, dudes try to shit on your name

I’m like a young Shaq, niggas shouldn’t get in the lane

Still the same, shootin with the realest aim

Lay it all on the line hope they feel this pain

You niggas know the game is tight, we spittin flames tonight

We still dealin with the pressures of life, YEAH~!

I’m dealin with the pressures of life

I gotta get it while the gettin is good, man I wish you would

I’m dealin with the pressures of life

I gotta turn it around, sometimes dreams come tumblin down

I’m dealin with the pressures of life

You must be outta your mind, this time lay it all on the line

I’m dealin with the pressures of life

We came to blaze the track, best believe nigga Ras' is back

Yo, we back to burn, we stacked and earned

Fall asleep at the wheel they’ll snatch your turn

I’m not concerned, gotta keep my eyes on the prize

I’m a whole lot bigger boy I’m not your size

Off the scales, niggas get lost in sales

Playin hard but they really still soft as hell

Squeeze the cream, I might have to squeeze your team

For everything that they got, here to slang the shot

Sling the rocks, somethin like crack on the block

Just to keep 'em off track then I poured a whole stack on 'em

Better your scrill, I’m ready and real

Got my rap game up now I’m ready for mills

What’s the deal — I can keep it all in tact

Rock rhymes that’ll keep niggas fallin back

Uh-huh, you niggas know the game is tight, we spittin flames tonight

We still dealin with the pressures of life, YEAH~!

Open your eyes, cats try to sell you lies

Try to keep you locked down, no chance to rise

Here’s the point, the king that they still annoint

Tell 'em kick rocks if they don’t feel the joint

Fuck the stress, nigga we’ll touch your chest

I know cats that’ll get dudes touched for less

Lots of coin, look at where the shots is goin

Kinda sick man I like the way the rhymes is flowin

Ya heard?