No Pressure Ab-Soul (Ft. Jay Rock)

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Blue Chucks with my Locs on
Hoping that the blood homies don't take it wrong
And wipe me off the face of this earth
And for the record, I am not banging the turf
I ain't got no record, I ain't never laid a nigga to dirt
And other than a nine to five I never had no work
But that don't mean shit, I could still get murked
Any given Sunday, In front of a church, chuch
Tabernacle, chapel, If I ain't on the block I'm somewhere behind an apple
Bottom model bottle poppin'
Old English like senior citizens speaking
And me and legend blowing big kush
In a little coupe the same size big foot's foot
And now niggas looking up to me
And I ain't even tall, It's hard to be.

[Chorus]
The pressure is on
I said the pressure's on
The pressure is on
I said the pressure's on
The pressure is on
I said the pressure's on
The pressure is on
I said the pressure's on