
Pressure Eli Sostre (Ft. 451)
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[Verse 1: Eli Sostre]
Practice patience nowadays, I'm gettin' sleep
Said you'd ride for me, but would you die for me?
All them cameras in my face don't mean a thing
Shout to Getty, spent 'bout fifteen on his ring
Fuck this rappin' shit, you love me just for me
Obvious status, everybody want a piece
That bitch mine, but I don't got her on no leash
Me and my partners finna turn this to a feast
Fifty pills inside that Louis bag
Glory go to God, I'm glad I'm through with that
When you realize where you fucked up, that make you a man
From the bottom, we ain't grew up with the upper hand, yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Eli Sostre]
Said she sick and tired, want some time
That shit hurt to know what's really on your mind
I wonder where you spend your nights
Baby, I just hope that everything's alright
[Chorus: Eli Sostre]
I just need some love to take away depression
I can't lose myself, tryna hold this shit together
I keep callin' you, I guess we lost connection
I need more from you, I'm feelin' too much pressure
I just need some love to take away depression
I can't lose myself, tryna hold this shit together
I keep callin' you, I guess we lost connection
I need more from you, I'm feelin' too much pressure
Practice patience nowadays, I'm gettin' sleep
Said you'd ride for me, but would you die for me?
All them cameras in my face don't mean a thing
Shout to Getty, spent 'bout fifteen on his ring
Fuck this rappin' shit, you love me just for me
Obvious status, everybody want a piece
That bitch mine, but I don't got her on no leash
Me and my partners finna turn this to a feast
Fifty pills inside that Louis bag
Glory go to God, I'm glad I'm through with that
When you realize where you fucked up, that make you a man
From the bottom, we ain't grew up with the upper hand, yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Eli Sostre]
Said she sick and tired, want some time
That shit hurt to know what's really on your mind
I wonder where you spend your nights
Baby, I just hope that everything's alright
[Chorus: Eli Sostre]
I just need some love to take away depression
I can't lose myself, tryna hold this shit together
I keep callin' you, I guess we lost connection
I need more from you, I'm feelin' too much pressure
I just need some love to take away depression
I can't lose myself, tryna hold this shit together
I keep callin' you, I guess we lost connection
I need more from you, I'm feelin' too much pressure
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