Pressure, pressure

I can feel pressure

Just a little bit

The pressure weigh a ton, it′s gettin' too heavy

Had to inspire them again like I didn′t already

Real ones still around, release the confetti

God's Son across the belly ('cross the belly, ′cross the belly)

I ain′t made it 'til we all can say that we made it

Been down with the hustle so long, feel like we′re related

Take my word likе you would from the book of Revelations

Dеad presidents, that shit come when you dedicated

I invest in education 'cause we wasn′t privy

We got busy, put scholarship programs throughout the city

Jefe, did it my way, chairman of the committee

Rat Pack niggas like Sinatra in the '60s

Come through on some wavy shit

Valentino camouflage on some Army-Navy shit

I know you can feel the pressure, keep up with my cadences

QB lingo, freestyles tapin′ on Stretch and Bobbito

Hit threw me the beat and I had to eat it, ugh

The lies y'all recorded in your session, delete it

Hurtin' niggas, I think they out for the rest of the season

Tried to play it cool, they don′t wanna see me heated, nah

The pressure weigh a ton, it′s gettin' too heavy

Had to inspire them again like I didn′t already

Real ones still around, release the confetti

God's Son across the belly (′cross the belly, 'cross the belly) (pressure)

God′s Son across the belly ('cross the belly, 'cross the belly)

(Just a little bit)

The world on my shoulders, it′s gettin′ too heavy

I been bench pressing the problems, ain't even get sweaty

Cops brutalizing kids, I see it too steadily

Correctional facilities never do it correctly

My main statement is this whole game is triangulated

Little versions of who? Nigga, there′s no replacement

Besides my kids, boundaries are my greatest creation

I been on fire four generations

It's Nas ′til I'm gone, give my all, give ′em more

Miles on my Peloton, I been working on my core

Colors of Benetton, pastel rugs on the floor

Meal prep me, Ferrari Testi

She out on the terrace, glass of Petrus with her bestie

Drunk textin' while I'm out here tryin′ to spread the message

You searchin′ for qualities that I'm already blessed with

R&B exes, charms on her necklace

God′s Son across the belly ('cross the belly, ′cross the belly)

God's Son across the belly (′cross the belly, 'cross the belly)

Weight of the world

Embrace the pressure

Pressure

I can feel pressure

Just a little bit, yeah