Pressure Cordae

[Intro]
I know no no
I don't know no no
I don't know no no

[Verse 1]
Now let me tell you bout this rap nigga who would never blow
He got all the fucking talent, yeah the kid is hella dope
Couldn't see through all phonies, should've bought a telescope
He was aiming too high so he had to settle low
Shopping label after label, never signed him a deal
And you know I'm so retarded, couldn't find the appeal
Didn't matter 'bout the work or how he rhyming with skills
Just another young nigga tryna grind for the bills
I mean I never was too tall or skilled to go shoot ball
I know I'ma move far, but dammit it's too hard
Imagined if you starved, but dreaming of shoes, cars
And everyone around you is just wishing that you'd fall
But nah I refuse
See a nigga came to carry a mission
People all from different places come with varied intentions
I'm a great and I knew that from the very beginning
But barely ambitious, not to mention the Larry I'm piffin
Ain't no friends, people wanna see you buried in prison
Me and all these others rappers, man it's scary the difference
I'm too ahead
Plus I always kill tracks and I shoot 'em dead
The difference is blue and red and I never salute the Feds
'Cause the systems so corrupted, they just after the loot and bread
I rather just lose my head, think what pastor would do instead
My guidance when I'm arriving, through all of the flashing lights and
Love for the passion writing, but dying a crashing Viking
But yeah