PRESSURE POINTS
• Written by RicoLior
i been runnin like i’m late to a train stop
same spot where the pain locked
brain rot but the flame hot
ain’t no preacher but the sermon got the bass drop
came from the city where the rain never ends
i been movin like i’m skatin on the edge
talkin that talk but they never got a step
they just watch from the side like a ref (hold up)
never been a fool but i played that part
now i’m cool but my veins got scars
never been a fake never played those cards
kept my moves real tight like a safe in the dark
money comin in but the stress still deep
what’s a dream when you never get sleep
what’s a king when the throne feel weak
what’s a home when you never find peace
heart still cold but the wrist on freeze
movin too quick can’t slip on speed
ghost in the city but i never been seen
look in the mirror don’t know what i see
too much pressure too much weight on my soul
they gon’ test ya tryna see if you fold
i been next up but the stress takin toll
gotta flex tough never let ‘em take hold
uh no GPS on this road that i’m takin
pressure been real but i deal with the fragrance
roll up the L then i breathe in the patience
timing been off but i still make the cadence
back in the city where youngins be lost
dreams on a shelf ‘cause the rent cut ‘em off
clocks on the walls but they tickin too fast
prayin to god that the moment won’t pass
whole lotta talking but nothin to say
whole lotta problems been stuck in the way
knew i was different since back in the day
now they all askin if i’m gettin paid
they say pressure make diamonds
but pressure been breakin the realest of men
they said keep climbin
but what’s at the top if there’s no way to land
everybody wanna flex
everybody want a check
but nobody check when your soul in demand
too much pressure too much weight on my soul
they gon’ test ya tryna see if you fold
i been next up but the stress takin toll
gotta flex tough never let ‘em take hold