Pressure (feat. Jay Supra Smiles) - Greyson Cage

Roc-A-Fella 1st and Jay Lupe Yeah Uh And so it seems that I'm sewin' jeans And 1st and 15 is just a sewin' machine So I cut the pattern, and then I sew in seams and Button in this hustlin' then publically, I'm Buddy Lee There's no bustin' 'em and cuffin' 'em Is like usherin' in the regime They want me to make Prince pants But I withstand, I ain't gotten into that A little big in the waist, two-pocket on the back Call them Lu-vi's, O.G.'s covered in blue dye Give 'em the game, that's like givin' chocolate to the fat Look, how you think I got here? That's the same game that came through where I lived as a kid In the bad luck truck and threw boxes off the back Made me a ripper, deliver like river Content a little more thicker, slicker Yeah, and they said oil and water don't mix Now they all down at the beach, washin' off the fish Was Blackbeard 'til I brought the Roc into your ships, yeah It's my life (my life) Everything I do, I do for you (I do it all for you) Everything I say, you know it's the truth (I'll say it is the truth) I'll take all the pressure off of you (take pressure off of you) I'll take the pressure off of you It's hella proper (proper) 'Cause it sag so low, you can see boxer, like a boxer's That's the way that the family's pants worn Don't be sly and try and put 'em on The stones in the pocket'll drag you down to Davy Jones locker Beware if you wanna rock the Knickerbocker Other nigga from the block, what? They was sellin' O's Like Wheel of Fortune of imported cocaine Just to feel important, it was "Do or Die" They was tired of bein' "Po' Pimps" not for sure That was just a product of my common sense (sense) I guess, I was just guessin' like the consonants Momma said, "Beware what the Devil do Tell 'em that your soul's not for sale like the W's" So go ahead and pirate the highest Cannons make you leak like pirated my shh It's no shh, it's just shh like quiet And big homie's out of retirement, nigga (yessir) It's my life (my life) Everything I do, I do for you (I do it all for you) Everything I say, you know it's the truth (I'll say it is the truth) I'll take all the pressure off of you (take pressure off of you) I'll take (Young) the pressure off of you So the pen is mightier than the sword, my Lord My first picture was a line-up, now I'm on the Forbes And I still remain the artiste through this all If you force my hand, I'll be forced to draw If the war calls for Warhols Hope you got enough space on your hall's walls I make niggas murals, then escape the Bureau's investigation Out in Europe on vacation I'm back for these puppies with the pound, boy (rrra) Here's a round, boy (rrra, rrra), down, boy Sound boy, you don't wanna sound clash loud noise Leave niggas paranoid if not paralyzed Which means you can't walk in my shoes Too much green, you can't talk in my hue Extend the team, nigga, holla at Lu' 1st and 15th, that's my cue, I'm through It's my life (my life) Everything I do, I do for you (I do it all for you) Everything I say, you know it's the truth (I'll say it is the truth) I'll take all the pressure off of you (take pressure off of you) I'll take the pressure off of you

Chorus 1: Praise Him, praise Him, Praise Him in the morning, Praise Him in the noonday. Praise Him, praise Him, Praise Him when the sun goes down. Verse: When I wake up in the morning, The first thing I like to do is lift my hands And tell God, "thank You", 'Cause He's the one that helped me make it through. All the glory, all the honor, we will give to You right now, Father, Son and Holy Ghost power, we should... (Praise Him in the morning), (Praise Him in the noonday), (Praise Him when the sun goes...) (Sopranos: down...) (Altos: down...) (Tenors: down...) Chorus 2: Love Him, love Him, Love Him in the morning, love Him in the noonday. Love Him, love Him, Love Him when the sun goes down. Bridge: With my hands, I will bless Him. With my voice, I will sing His praises. With a dance, I will bless Him. I will shout for joy every chance I get. With my hands, I will bless Him. With my voice, I will sing His praises. With a dance, I will bless Him. I will shout for joy... Vamp 1: I will praise Him, I will praise Him, I will praise Him. Vamp 2: Praise, praise, Praise, praise. Praise, praise, praise, Vamp 3: Praise Him. Ending: Praise Him in the morning, Praise Him in the noonday, Praise Him when the sun goes... Sopranos: down... Altos: down... Tenors: down... All: Praise Him.