Pressure
Song Created By @Valo With AI Singing
Music Details
Lyrics Text
How's man talkin' about pressure? I don't feel pressure Bro Send a text in the chat, give out some testers Then back to my leisure I got bro 'til the end cah that's my bredda That's my bredda, that's my bredda I ain't got no gun, but if I cop that dotts, bury it like treasure, ay Born in Eastside, could've been a daily offender, crazy Eastender Might see me in the West with the gunners or see me with Kay, he like Arsène Wenger Big spender, thought you was a spender Done all the spendin', the spendin' stopped Think you're the man, come to the block Can't take out your chain, man, your gonna get popped I ain't got no gun, but if I cop that dotts, bury it like treasure, ay Born in Eastside, could've been a daily offender, crazy Eastender Might see me in the West with the gunners or see me with Kay, he like Arsène Wenger Big spender, thought you was a spender Done all the spendin', the spendin' stopped Think you're the man, come to the block Can't take out your chain, man, your gonn get popped No opp can't Milly Rock on my block I hit so many shots on my block I sip my drink, don't need to work Got cats like Wanda, mad for the rock Pressure Ain't been around for a while, but it's calm cah the crowd go mad when I enter Still break down bricks like Jenga No opp can't Milly Rock on my block I hit so many shots on my block I sip my drink, don't need the work Got cats like Wanda, mad for the rock Pressure Ain't been around for a while, but it's calm cah the crowd go mad when I enter Still break down bricks like Jenga Ay, cats keep callin' my phone, man, leave me alone I'm grindin' I woke up this mornin' smilin' Haters tryna bring me down, I don't know why people out here stealin' flows Tryna keep it on the low, thought they did it on the sly Stepped in the function with a bottle of the Henny and the Cro and I did it for the vibe Push bike and I did it with the guys Done it with the green, bro, did it with the rice Done it with a text, bro, done it with recks Sold everyone a dream and I did it with a lie Little man, you don't wanna live this life Outside with your kitchen knife 'Til things get hot on the block and this shit goes left all you need's advice How's man talkin' about pressure? I don't feel pressure Send a text on the trap line, giv out some testers Then back to my leisure I got bro 'til the end cah that's my bredda That's my bredda, that's my bredda I ain't got no gun, but if I cop that dotts, bury it like treasure, ay Born in Eastside, could've been a daily offender, crazy Eastender Might see me in the West with the gunners or see me with Kay, he like Arsène Wenger (true) Big spender, thought you was a spender Done all the spendin', the spendin' stopped (hello?) Think you're the man, come to the block Can't take out your chain, man, your gonna get popped No opp can't Milly Rock on my block (nope) I hit so many shots on my block (block) I sip my Henny, don't need the wock' Got cats like Wanda, mad for the rock, pressu
Description of Music Style
rap
Lyrics Language
English
Emotional Analysis
The lyrics convey a sense of confidence and defiance against societal pressures and expectations. There is a mix of bravado and camaraderie, with recurring themes of loyalty and overcoming external challenges.
Application Scenarios
This song could be used in party settings, urban environments, or social gatherings where themes of resilience and street life resonate, as well as in motivational contexts for those dealing with external pressures.
Technical Analysis
The song employs a rhythmic and catchy flow, punctuated with punchy slang and cultural references. The structure features repetitive hooks, which enhance its memorability, while the storytelling elements touch upon street life and personal expression.