Machine Gun Kelly - PRESSURE (Instrumental)

Originally produced by SlimXX, BazeXX, Charlie Handsome, Ghostrage & Joe Reeves

[vigour]

La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
The diamonds are symbolic of all the pressure they put on me until I shined
My life is symbiotic with the culture, I can never ever lose the vibe
Make sure they rollin' one up for me, 'cause it's been a long ride
We doin' this one for Money T, keep his name alive (yeah)
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)
I know how to make an entrance
I hop out the truck in a fur with some henchmen
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 to 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-woo-la, la-la-la-la (turn up)
Holy shit
Showin', showin' naked ass
C-Town, bring them slabs out (boom, boom, boom)
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
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 broke, couldn't afford a 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)
Ayy, we doin' this shit one take
Green light, don't stop, go
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
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 (yeah)
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
we throwin' Ls like
(La, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la) real up-the-way-shit
(La, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la) you see the 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