Клип Logic - Under Pressure

Текст Песни Logic - Under Pressure

(Hook)
Work so fucking much, my greatest fear is I'mma die alone
Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's the milestone
People callin' me, askin' me fo' money, man
The only thing I'mma give ya muthafuckas, yup, is the dial tone

(Verse)
Flashbacks of a young'n sippin' that purple Kool Aid
Skipping school with my homies and chiefin' reefer fo' two days
Runnin' from the law, livin' how I'm livin', fuck em all
Bumpin' Triple Six, Hennessy in my cup, drivin' thru the sticks
Who the bitch, ridin' with me? Man, the devil tryna' get me
Motivated, under-educated, and hated, but finally gettin' 
cake like a happy belated
Bitch I made it, we on
Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, 
smoke it, inhale it, write it, record it, mix it, 
master it, press it up, unveil it
Feel like I've been waitin' foreva, foreva to inherit
This is war, I declare it
Time is money, I can't spare it
Futuristic, so simplistic
Please decipher my linguistics
Slow it down, Robitussin
I'm the king, ain't no discussion!
And now we blowin' up like spontaneous human combustion
My consumption is the illest
Section eight, I know ya feel this
On the come up, where they run up on ya fo' nothing at all
Brighter than eleven suns, his the first, where my funds?
EBT, that's the card, I thank God, I thank God
But it's hard, ah, but it's hard

(Hook)
Work so fucking much, my greatest fear is I'mma die alone
Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's the milestone
People callin' me, askin' me fo' money, man
The only thing I'mma give ya muthafuckas, yup, is the dial tone

(Verse 2)
Goddamn, goddamn, we at it again
Me and my homies that know me blowin' up like the Taliban
Yeah my stress up, but I'm blessed up
Fuck around and get messed up
When I murder the rhyme, I'm livin' divine,
ya know that I'm one of a kind, let me get it right now, ho
Draped up and I'm dripped out, right now, ho
Caked up till I cash out
And I got 'em all wonderin' how, so
On the down-low, haters drown slow
On the down-low, haters drown slow
Oh God, my God, we got it all right
Oh God, my God, we gotta get it right
These fuckers fo' size, they just a mirage, right?
I said these fuckers fo' size, they just a mirage, right?
Tell me that they love me, know damn well that they don't give a fuck
I be on that finger flippin' killin' shit up in the cut, that's what's up
All these bitches out here tryna gas it up
This is errythin' I eva wanted, I can't pass it up
Life changed in a year, couldn't happen fast enough
"Can I do it like ya do it?" That's what they be askin' us
White bands, black card, bitch betta get yo plastic up
Man, this shit is hella hard, but we neva actin' up
Live it up, hold on to yo dream, don't eva give it up
Finally had my share of success, and shit, I can't get enough
Now they know my name thru the nation
Cuz my single like that good shit, man, always in rotation
Now they know Logic fo' Logic, not thru my affiliations
Stackin' profit on profit, from this music I'm makin'
Even Jesus had haters, so when ya feelin' forsaken
Tell em jealous Judas is who this is, and man, that'll break em
Bitch I'm still the same
Dash of auto tune so ya can feel the pain
Broke as fuck, back in that basement, not a dollar to my name
Chasin' fame, chasin' glory, till the day we make a story
Positive that life ain't mine,
bitch ya can take that shit to Maury

(Hook)
Work so fuckin' much, my greatest fear is I'mma die alone
Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's the milestone
People callin' me, askin' me fo' money, man
The only thing I'mma give ya muthafuckas, yup, is the dial tone

(Outro)
I been workin' hard, I been searchin' fo' God
I been workin' hard, I been searchin' fo' God
Little brother, this is yo sister, you're busy, I getcha
But I insist ya call me back cu I miss ya
I wish ya well, well, I wish ya would call
Cuz lately ya feel like I'm just not yo sister at all..