enough to come up with a record Just ask the hoods, you really could suffer from the pressure You get it? It's hard to let me tell you, mad at this era
tribal yell til the vibe was felt Surviving hell and back man, on every track, man saliva spelt Hilltop, we hustled independently It's Obese, the muscle in the emblem We paved roads
[Verse 1: Pressure] Early morn, train station, aching from the arthritis This war veteran knows what a hard time is He needs his pension, dementia and
[Verse 1: Suffa] This is for the hopeless, the homeless, the brokest, the dopest The smokers, the jokers on opiates and coke it's Your choice, I won'