Logic - Under Pressure Lyrics





Under Pressure Lyrics by Logic



[Hook]

Work so fucking much, my greatest fear is I'mma die alone

Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's the milestone

People callin' me, askin' me fo' money, man

The only thing I'mma give ya muthafuckas, yup, is the dial tone



[Verse]

Flashbacks of a young'n sippin' that purple Kool Aid

Skipping school with my homies and chiefin' reefer fo' two days

Runnin' from the law, livin' how I'm livin', fuck em all

Bumpin' Triple Six, Hennessy in my cup, drivin' thru the sticks

Who the bitch, ridin' with me? Man, the devil tryna' get me

Motivated, under-educated, and hated, but finally gettin' cake like a happy belated

Bitch I made it, we on

Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it, write it, record it, mix it, master it, press it up, unveil it

Feel like I've been waitin' foreva, foreva to inherit

This is war, I declare it

Time is money, I can't spare it

Futuristic, so simplistic

Please decipher my linguistics

Slow it down, Robitussin

I'm the king, ain't no discussion!

And now we blowin' up like spontaneous human combustion

My consumption is the illest

Section eight, I know ya feel this

On the come up, where they run up on ya fo' nothing at all

Brighter than eleven suns, his the first, where my funds?

EBT, that’s the card, I thank God, I thank God

But it's hard, ah, but it's hard



[Hook]

Work so fucking much, my greatest fear is I'mma die alone

Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's the milestone

People callin' me, askin' me fo' money, man

The only thing I'mma give ya muthafuckas, yup, is the dial tone



[Verse 2]

Goddamn, goddamn, we at it again

Me and my homies that know me blowin' up like the Taliban

Yeah my stress up, but I'm blessed up

Fuck around and get messed up

When I murder the rhyme, I'm livin' divine, ya know that I'm one of a kind, let me get it right now, ho

Draped up and I'm dripped out, right now, ho

Caked up till I cash out

And I got 'em all wonderin' how, so

On the down-low, haters drown slow

On the down-low, haters drown slow

Oh God, my God, we got it all right

Oh God, my God, we gotta get it right

These fuckers fo' size, they just a mirage, right?

I said these fuckers fo' size, they just a mirage, right?

Tell me that they love me, know damn well that they don't give a fuck

I be on that finger flippin' killin' shit up in the cut, that's what's up

All these bitches out here tryna gas it up

This is errythin' I eva wanted, I can't pass it up

Life changed in a year, couldn't happen fast enough

"Can I do it like ya do it?" That's what they be askin' us

White bands, black card, bitch betta get yo plastic up

Man, this shit is hella hard, but we neva actin' up

Live it up, hold on to yo dream, don't eva give it up

Finally had my share of success, and shit, I can't get enough

Now they know my name thru the nation

Cuz my single like that good shit, man, always in rotation

Now they know Logic fo' Logic, not thru my affiliations

Stackin' profit on profit, from this music I'm makin'

Even Jesus had haters, so when ya feelin' forsaken

Tell em jealous Judas is who this is, and man, that'll break em

Bitch I'm still the same

Dash of auto tune so ya can feel the pain

Broke as fuck, back in that basement, not a dollar to my name

Chasin' fame, chasin' glory, till the day we make a story

Positive that life ain't mine, bitch ya can take that shit to Maury



[Hook]

Work so fuckin' much, my greatest fear is I'mma die alone

Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's the milestone

People callin' me, askin' me fo' money, man

The only thing I'mma give ya muthafuckas, yup, is the dial tone



[Outro]

I been workin' hard, I been searchin' fo' God

I been workin' hard, I been searchin' fo' God

Little brother, this is yo sister, you're busy, I getcha

But I insist ya call me back cu I miss ya

I wish ya well, well, I wish ya would call

Cuz lately ya feel like I'm just not yo sister at all..