Pain Pressure Paranoia Lloyd Banks
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[Chorus]
Uh, I love the pressure, pressure'll build ya character stronger
Here comes the pain, you'd much rather be back on the corner
That paranoia, have you thinkin' niggas tryna scheme on ya
But that's my life, maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right
I numb the pain, been dealin' with that heartache since a boy
Paranoid, in a world where they love to build and destroy
Fuck a lecture, I'ma need what you owe me and extra
There's nothin' that you can tell me 'bout this pressurе (Pressure)
[Verse 1]
Uh, droppin' a bag'll fill anyone's block with shootеrs
Are you really my friend or an opportunist?
Bet this life'll be beautiful without the rumors
Truth is, niggas'll show their colours as soon as you flip the Rubix
Money'll never fill the void of ya family, easy to prove this
Ain't no make up amount to cover the bruises once the pain paints ya
Ya claimin' to be somethin' you really ain't, ain't ya?
Another parent that's grievin' over a fake gangsta
Losin' a father feels like a .50 cal
Then losin' a grandmother, damn, it hit me now
Movin' too fast, 'til bad news showed up to sit me down
Like what the fuck you doin', you think it's been somethin' proven?
Pain is never seein' ya dog again
Especially when he's been more solid than all ya friends
Few numbers saved in my phone, wish I could call again
Give it all up just to go back to how it's always been
Uh, I love the pressure, pressure'll build ya character stronger
Here comes the pain, you'd much rather be back on the corner
That paranoia, have you thinkin' niggas tryna scheme on ya
But that's my life, maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right
I numb the pain, been dealin' with that heartache since a boy
Paranoid, in a world where they love to build and destroy
Fuck a lecture, I'ma need what you owe me and extra
There's nothin' that you can tell me 'bout this pressurе (Pressure)
[Verse 1]
Uh, droppin' a bag'll fill anyone's block with shootеrs
Are you really my friend or an opportunist?
Bet this life'll be beautiful without the rumors
Truth is, niggas'll show their colours as soon as you flip the Rubix
Money'll never fill the void of ya family, easy to prove this
Ain't no make up amount to cover the bruises once the pain paints ya
Ya claimin' to be somethin' you really ain't, ain't ya?
Another parent that's grievin' over a fake gangsta
Losin' a father feels like a .50 cal
Then losin' a grandmother, damn, it hit me now
Movin' too fast, 'til bad news showed up to sit me down
Like what the fuck you doin', you think it's been somethin' proven?
Pain is never seein' ya dog again
Especially when he's been more solid than all ya friends
Few numbers saved in my phone, wish I could call again
Give it all up just to go back to how it's always been
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