Machine Gun Kelly fired “Pressure” on this dope rap record, Enjoy with Lyrics!
PRESSURE LYRICS (Written by Machine Gun Kelly)
Intro: SlimXX
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
Verse 1
The diamonds are symbolic of all the pressure they put on me until I shined
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la)
My life is symbiotic with the culture, I could never, ever lose the vibe
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la)
Make sure they rollin’ one up for me ’cause it’s been a long ride
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la)
We doin’ this one for Money T, keep his name alive (Yeah)
Chorus
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la—
Hold up
Verse 2
I know how to make an entrance
I hop out the truck in a fur with some henchmen (Hmph)
You can skip the introduction
I’m introverted, I don’t want your attention (Eh)
Stand on whatever I say, I’ll say it to your face
I don’t do it in mentions (For real)
I believe God had put me through Hell
So that I could learn me a lesson
I was eleven (Damn)
Sharin’ a bed with my dad but didn’t have a bedroom
In a recession (Yeah)
Six of us in a Ford Explorer, didn’t have leg-room
Everything’s destined (So)
It was inevitable I take on his aggression
Mad at the world ’cause I’m feelin’ rejected
Guess that I gotta die to be a legend
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-uh-la, la-la-la-la (Turn up)
Holy shit
Showin’, showin’ naked ass
C-Town, bring them slabs out (Out; boom, boom, boom)
Verse
Open the toilet and took a piss
Open my mouth, I’m talkin’ shit (Uh)
Open accounts ’cause this money don’t fit in the safe
My accountant can’t count this shit, hm
This look counterfeit
If I wear it, it’s priceless, can’t count the fit (Yeah)
Stack it up tall as a mountain is (Yeah)
I grow money on trees like a botanist
(When you droppin’ this?) Right now
I just made the hardest shit I ever heard right now
Wait a minute, look where I was and where I’m at right now
In a plane with no passengers in it, over Cleveland, ’bout to touchdown
I got the car keys in the Carhartt
I don’t need ’em, know I push and the car start (Skrrt)
I got the icing like a Pop Tart, and I stay spittin’ fire like a Charizard (Hah)
I used to be broker than a Florida heater, way back in the day when I was openin’ for Wiz Khalifa (Yeah)
I just got myself out of an misdemeanor, he said that he wasn’t there, I told him that I wasn’t either (I wasn’t)
I broke every bone except my middle finger (Fuck you)
Only had a heartbreak once, I won’t have two
Free Young Thug, pourin’ two liter
Why’s everybody singin’ like they’re Dua Lipa? (Yeah)
La, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, yeah
“Machine Gun Kelly PRESSURE Lyrics”
Ayy, we doin’ this shit one take
Green light, don’t stop, go
Verse
I wear chains with my shirt off when I get my dick sucked
And she keep it in her throat like she got the hiccups
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no mouth though if we hit the lick up
I don’t sell, I used to snort this shit, open that brick up
I don’t give a fuck about who streamin’, pull the list up
I’m a father, look at what I did to raise these kids up
There won’t be a day I need a vest under my zip-up
‘Cause every time they tried to send a shot, it always missed us (Doo, drr)
I hear that shit in real life, I do not fear the afterlife
My cousin tried to suffocate me
He said the voice in his head was Jesus Christ
Healin’ my bruise with a piece of ice
I held on myself when I needed a family
Instead, I was left to my own device
Swallowed the pill like a piece of rice
I slept in the attic, had demon nights
That’s in the house off Lee Road
I saw my friend’s eyes change, now he just a body with no soul
I been in the game, got a lot of exes, look like a cheat code (Eh)
I had a couple rappers leavin’ out the spot with their teeth broke (Shh)
You can see the double Rs when I creep slow (When I creep slow)
You can’t have my dick if you can’t deep-throat (No)
Yeah, turn up my voice, make this beat low
I create the wave, but I don’t own no beach clothes
Lately, I made a lot of enemies
Lately, I been goin’ through it mentally
So, I gotta palm and a rock in my pocket in public
Protectin’ my energy (Uh)
Spiritually, you couldn’t measure me (No)
My soul has been here for a century (Yeah)
We came out of high school together
And now he tweakin’ of the methamphetamine
Chorus
(La, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la), we throwin’ Ls like
(La, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la), teal up-the-way shit
(La, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la), you see those double Xs
(La, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la), we outside, bitch
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la), throwin’ Ls like
(La, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la), real Cleveland shit
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la), you see those double Xs
(La, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la), we outside, bitch
Yeah, meet me on floor thirteen
