Fivio Foreign & Rowdy Rebel - Pain Pressure

[Intro: Fivio Foreign]
Ha, yeah
(Txrgett acquired)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Fivio Foreign]
Pain, pressure, whatever, yeah (What—, let's do it, yeah)
I go through a lot, but I hold it together, yeah (Yeah)
This brand new gun go good with the sweater, yeah (Baow)
They catch me lackin', it's my fault, uh
Huh, 'cause I should've known better (Uh)

[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]
Gotta move smart, I ain't makin' no errors
Y'all niggas hot, y'all ain't make it no better
Don't write my crib, I ain't takin' no letters
Don't call my phone, you ain't bringin' no bread up, uh (Uh, yeah), yeah
Niggas keep dyin', fuckin' up my mental
I tried to save him 'cause he had potential
Don't move hot, they put you on a menu
I had to learn the shit that I done been through
I done made hits and I ain't use a pencil
If you keep dissin', I'ma have to bench you
Go do a show, we shootin' out the venue (Baow, baow, baow)
Huh, show you shootin' out the venue, ha (Ha, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
You know how it go, ready? Huh, yeah
Yeah, nigga, I'm top of the line (Huh)
I'm fallin' in love, but she not really mine
I never hate her, hop in the line
I don't pay attention to mob if he mime
Look at the things I fought (Uh)
Look at my wrist and the rings I bought (Uh)
Bitch got mad I ain't bring her on tour
Shit went bad when things got forced
I took a L, but I need that loss
Got her on point and my Ts got crossed
I see a opp, let three shots off
I see a opp, let three shots off (Baow, baow, baow)
Huh, yeah, huh, huh (Ah)
I see a opp, let three shots off (Baow, baow, baow)
Yeah (Yeah, baow)
I see a opp, let three shots off (Yeah, look, huh)