Jay-Z; Lupe Fiasco Pressure Lyrics

[Intro:]
Roc-a-fella
1st and
Jay
Lupe
Yea
Uh

[Verse 1:]
And so it seems that I'm, sewin jeans
And, 1st and 15 is just a sewin machine
So I, cut the pattern and I, sew in seams
And, b___on in this hustlin then publically I'm Buddy Lee
There's no bustin them and cuffin them is like
usherin in the regime, they want me to make Prince pants
But I withstand, I ain't gotten into that
A little big in the waist, two-pocket on the back
Call them Nu-vi's, O.G.'s covered in blue dye
Give 'em the game, that's like givin chocolate to the fat
Look, how you think I got here?
That's the same game that came through where I lived as a kid
in the bad luck truck and threw boxes off the back
Made me a ripper, deliver like river
Content a little more thicker, slicker
Yeah, and they said oil and water don't mix
Now they all down at the beach washin off the fish
Was Blackbeard 'til I brought the Roc into your ships
Yea

[Chorus:]
It's my life (my life)
Everything I do, I do for you (I do it all for you)
Everything I say you know its the true (I say it is the truth)
I'll take all the pressure off of you (the pressure off of you)
ooooo, I'll take (yea) the pressure off of you

[Verse 2:]
It's hella proper
You sag so low you can see boxer
Like a boxers
Thats the way the family's pants worn
Don't be sly and try to put it on
The stones in the pocket'll drag ya down
to Davy Jones locker,
Beware if you wanna rock the n____ bocker
Other n____ from the block were,
They were sellin' O's like Wheel of Fortune
Of imported cocaine just to feel important
It was do or die, they was tired of bein' poor pimps
Not for sure, that was just the product of my common sense
I guess, I was just guessin' like the consonants
Momma said "beware of what the devil do"
Tell him that you soul's not for sale like the W
So go ahead and pirate the hireds
Canons make it leak like you pirated my s___
It's no shhh, it's jus shhh like quiet
The big homies out of retirement

[Verse 3: Jay]
So the pen is mightier than the sword my lord
My first picture was a line-up, now I'm on the Forbes
I still remain the artist through these all
If you force my hand, I'll be forced to draw
If the war calls for war hauls
Hope you got enough s___e on your halls walls
I make n____s murals, then escape the bureaus
Investigations, out in Europe on vacation
I'm back for these puppies with the pound boy
Blaow, here's a round boy, blaow blaow blaow
Down boy, Sound boy
You don't want to sound clash loud noise
Leave n____s paranoid, if not paralyzed
Which means you can't walk in my shoes
Too much green, you can't talk in my hue
Spendin teen, n____ holla at Lu
1st & 15th, that's my cue
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