[Intro] [vocal kick drum, vocal snare, vocal hi-hats] [Verse 1] [vocal percussion continues] [rhythmic vocal grunts and humming] Too much swagger, can’t let my negativity creep in Hate getting deep if you let that venom seep in Song started off good, then it hit a snag Now it’s bad then badder, put it in the bag Sometimes I wanna say that I’m not perfect Maybe on the inside, but I play it on the surface My mind stay sharp, it’s a price on the rise I can’t compromise, start to fall, my own demise I’m the number one stunner when the beat get rough I’m a beat-damager, road runner when the bass hits You can hate me, I ain’t mad at ya, that’s a fact We can take it to the street, straps or concrete, that’s the pact I’ll put you in my beat, all the stomps from my feet, bring your army I won’t weep, never a sheep, you expect me be so weak, but I’m gnarly I love all your hating, all your shit talk, I move Through it, I prove it every time that I groove They say how do you take it all? I just breathe I’m used to it, I was built for this heat, I don’t leave Mr. Pressure, got a skin that’s rocky Mr. Pressure, and a tongue too cocky Mr. Pressure, and the weight can’t drop me Mr. Pressure, and I can’t even get me to fucking stop me
