Steev E. Gee - No Pressure Lyrics

Rolling down T.C. Jester, I rap for God, so I feel no pressure
"For the Lolz" bumpin' all semester, play the joint once, run it back like Hester
Run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back, run it back, line so clever
Recession proof like Tesla, definition changed by Webster
Every verse is the best since my last verse, in the past tense
Thirteenth verse of Acts 10
Eat what you kill, God hath cleansed, unless you're Jeffrey Dahmer
No homo, that's my mantra, y'all be thriving on fake drama, make you pause, comma
Enemy of the Brandon state, not free, boy, I can't relate
Van Gogh on the canvas, blank, libs creeping like Al Frank
Wedding bound, I'm dressed up, God hold me down, I'm blessed up
Speaking truth with my chest puffed, I'm in the booth with my best buds
Grilling fajitas while I'm throwing heaters, I'm slicing and dicing like I'm making pizza
The pineapple eaters, the truest believers, conspiracy theories on my TV speakers, but
Why are they all coming true
Y'all shut us down for the flu, I've seen it plenty
Eyesight 2020, they stole 2020, y'all be on the lookout to catch 22
4.50 for diesel, no vaccines since measles, my whole style based on regal
I just wanna feed my people, communists are weasels, worst case, straight evil
No more playing nice or let it be, this ain't your grandma's Beatles
In my home, in my clothes, in the pit of my soul, for the bros, eyes are closed, when
I'm shooting free throws, when we ball, when we fall, and it's too much to haul
Ain't no pressure at all, ain't no pressure at all
Politicians playing pretend, that's the truth and not a horrid joke
Hunter smoking cheese, he thought was crack that he got off the floor
Said they weren't gon' tax us, why my gas up two more than before
If it's a free election, why they always out here stealing votes
On TV, they talking code, Oops my bad, my tin hat showed
If it's not pressure, I won't blow, keep it cloudy, show me the smoke
Got me a sword, I sold my cloak, press briefing is a circus show
Tell Brandon he can eat a crow, we came to win, run up the score
They got you feeling frustrated, your pockets thin from inflation
If you tired of feeling sedated, go ahead, tear down the simulation
I can feel the culture changing, can't put a muzzle on what I'm saying
Said it was just my imagination, but this ain't your daddy's temptations
In my home, in my clothes, in the pit of my soul
For the bros, eyes are closed, when I'm shooting free throws
When we ball, when we fall, and it's too much to haul
Ain't no pressure at all, ain't no pressure at all