TXT歌词
作曲 : Nas/Chauncey Hollis Jr./Dustin James Corbett/Quentin Miller
The pressure weigh a ton, it’s gettin too heavy
Had to inspire them again like I didn’t already
Real ones still around, release the confetti
God’s Son across the belly
I ain’t made ‘til we all can say that we made it
Been down with the hustle so long feel like we’re related
Take my word like you would from the book of Revelations
Dead presidents, that shit come when you dedicated
I invest in education 'cause we wasn’t privy
We got busy, put scholarship programs throughout the city
Jefe, did it my way, chairman of the committee
Rat Pack niggas like Sinatra in the 60s
Come through on some wavy shit
Valentino camouflage on some Army Navy shit
I know you can feel the pressure, keep up with my cadences
QB lingo
Freestyles tapin’ on Stretch and Bobbito
Hit threw me the beat and I had to eat it, ugh
The lies y'all recorded in your session, delete it
Hurtin’ niggas I think they out for the rest of the season
Tried to play it cool, they don’t wanna see me heated, nah
The pressure weigh a ton, it’s gettin too heavy
Had to inspire them again like I didn’t already
Real ones still around release the confetti
God’s Son across the belly
God’s Son across the belly
The world on my shoulders, it’s gettin’ too heavy
I been bench pressing the problems, ain’t even get sweaty
Cops brutalizing kids, I see it too steadily
Correctional facilities, never do it correctly
My main statement is this whole game is triangulated
Little versions of who? Nigga, there’s no replacement
Besides my kids, boundaries are my greatest creations
I been on fire four generations
It’s Nas ‘til I’m gone
Give my all, give ‘em more
Miles on my Peloton, I been working on my core
Colors of Benetton, pastel rugs on the floor
Meal prep me, Ferrari Testi
She out on the terrace, glass of Petrus with her bestie
Drunk textin’
While I’m out here tryin’ to spread the message
You searchin’ for qualities that I’m already blessed with
R&B exes
Charms on her necklace
God’s Son across the belly
God’s Son across the belly
Weight of the world
Embrace the pressure
The pressure weigh a ton, it’s gettin too heavy
Had to inspire them again like I didn’t already
Real ones still around, release the confetti
God’s Son across the belly
I ain’t made ‘til we all can say that we made it
Been down with the hustle so long feel like we’re related
Take my word like you would from the book of Revelations
Dead presidents, that shit come when you dedicated
I invest in education 'cause we wasn’t privy
We got busy, put scholarship programs throughout the city
Jefe, did it my way, chairman of the committee
Rat Pack niggas like Sinatra in the 60s
Come through on some wavy shit
Valentino camouflage on some Army Navy shit
I know you can feel the pressure, keep up with my cadences
QB lingo
Freestyles tapin’ on Stretch and Bobbito
Hit threw me the beat and I had to eat it, ugh
The lies y'all recorded in your session, delete it
Hurtin’ niggas I think they out for the rest of the season
Tried to play it cool, they don’t wanna see me heated, nah
The pressure weigh a ton, it’s gettin too heavy
Had to inspire them again like I didn’t already
Real ones still around release the confetti
God’s Son across the belly
God’s Son across the belly
The world on my shoulders, it’s gettin’ too heavy
I been bench pressing the problems, ain’t even get sweaty
Cops brutalizing kids, I see it too steadily
Correctional facilities, never do it correctly
My main statement is this whole game is triangulated
Little versions of who? Nigga, there’s no replacement
Besides my kids, boundaries are my greatest creations
I been on fire four generations
It’s Nas ‘til I’m gone
Give my all, give ‘em more
Miles on my Peloton, I been working on my core
Colors of Benetton, pastel rugs on the floor
Meal prep me, Ferrari Testi
She out on the terrace, glass of Petrus with her bestie
Drunk textin’
While I’m out here tryin’ to spread the message
You searchin’ for qualities that I’m already blessed with
R&B exes
Charms on her necklace
God’s Son across the belly
God’s Son across the belly
Weight of the world
Embrace the pressure
LRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Nas/Chauncey Hollis Jr./Dustin James Corbett/Quentin Miller
[00:24.458]The pressure weigh a ton, it’s gettin too heavy
[00:26.712]Had to inspire them again like I didn’t already
[00:29.955]Real ones still around, release the confetti
[00:32.468]God’s Son across the belly
[00:35.457]I ain’t made ‘til we all can say that we made it
[00:38.198]Been down with the hustle so long feel like we’re related
[00:40.966]Take my word like you would from the book of Revelations
[00:43.955]Dead presidents, that shit come when you dedicated
[00:46.955]I invest in education 'cause we wasn’t privy
[00:49.457]We got busy, put scholarship programs throughout the city
[00:52.457]Jefe, did it my way, chairman of the committee
[00:55.455]Rat Pack niggas like Sinatra in the 60s
[00:58.208]Come through on some wavy shit
[00:59.460]Valentino camouflage on some Army Navy shit
[01:02.456]I know you can feel the pressure, keep up with my cadences
[01:05.406]QB lingo
[01:06.413]Freestyles tapin’ on Stretch and Bobbito
[01:08.415]Hit threw me the beat and I had to eat it, ugh
[01:11.155]The lies y'all recorded in your session, delete it
[01:13.415]Hurtin’ niggas I think they out for the rest of the season
[01:16.412]Tried to play it cool, they don’t wanna see me heated, nah
[01:20.909]The pressure weigh a ton, it’s gettin too heavy
[01:23.413]Had to inspire them again like I didn’t already
[01:26.407]Real ones still around release the confetti
[01:28.913]God’s Son across the belly
[01:34.661]God’s Son across the belly
[01:43.670]The world on my shoulders, it’s gettin’ too heavy
[01:46.154]I been bench pressing the problems, ain’t even get sweaty
[01:48.924]Cops brutalizing kids, I see it too steadily
[01:51.657]Correctional facilities, never do it correctly
[01:54.416]My main statement is this whole game is triangulated
[01:57.406]Little versions of who? Nigga, there’s no replacement
[02:00.166]Besides my kids, boundaries are my greatest creations
[02:02.910]I been on fire four generations
[02:05.422]It’s Nas ‘til I’m gone
[02:06.903]Give my all, give ‘em more
[02:07.914]Miles on my Peloton, I been working on my core
[02:10.663]Colors of Benetton, pastel rugs on the floor
[02:14.105]Meal prep me, Ferrari Testi
[02:15.860]She out on the terrace, glass of Petrus with her bestie
[02:18.850]Drunk textin’
[02:19.862]While I’m out here tryin’ to spread the message
[02:22.098]You searchin’ for qualities that I’m already blessed with
[02:25.119]R&B exes
[02:26.611]Charms on her necklace
[02:31.097]God’s Son across the belly
[02:36.608]God’s Son across the belly
[02:43.109]Weight of the world
[02:48.846]Embrace the pressure
[00:24.458]The pressure weigh a ton, it’s gettin too heavy
[00:26.712]Had to inspire them again like I didn’t already
[00:29.955]Real ones still around, release the confetti
[00:32.468]God’s Son across the belly
[00:35.457]I ain’t made ‘til we all can say that we made it
[00:38.198]Been down with the hustle so long feel like we’re related
[00:40.966]Take my word like you would from the book of Revelations
[00:43.955]Dead presidents, that shit come when you dedicated
[00:46.955]I invest in education 'cause we wasn’t privy
[00:49.457]We got busy, put scholarship programs throughout the city
[00:52.457]Jefe, did it my way, chairman of the committee
[00:55.455]Rat Pack niggas like Sinatra in the 60s
[00:58.208]Come through on some wavy shit
[00:59.460]Valentino camouflage on some Army Navy shit
[01:02.456]I know you can feel the pressure, keep up with my cadences
[01:05.406]QB lingo
[01:06.413]Freestyles tapin’ on Stretch and Bobbito
[01:08.415]Hit threw me the beat and I had to eat it, ugh
[01:11.155]The lies y'all recorded in your session, delete it
[01:13.415]Hurtin’ niggas I think they out for the rest of the season
[01:16.412]Tried to play it cool, they don’t wanna see me heated, nah
[01:20.909]The pressure weigh a ton, it’s gettin too heavy
[01:23.413]Had to inspire them again like I didn’t already
[01:26.407]Real ones still around release the confetti
[01:28.913]God’s Son across the belly
[01:34.661]God’s Son across the belly
[01:43.670]The world on my shoulders, it’s gettin’ too heavy
[01:46.154]I been bench pressing the problems, ain’t even get sweaty
[01:48.924]Cops brutalizing kids, I see it too steadily
[01:51.657]Correctional facilities, never do it correctly
[01:54.416]My main statement is this whole game is triangulated
[01:57.406]Little versions of who? Nigga, there’s no replacement
[02:00.166]Besides my kids, boundaries are my greatest creations
[02:02.910]I been on fire four generations
[02:05.422]It’s Nas ‘til I’m gone
[02:06.903]Give my all, give ‘em more
[02:07.914]Miles on my Peloton, I been working on my core
[02:10.663]Colors of Benetton, pastel rugs on the floor
[02:14.105]Meal prep me, Ferrari Testi
[02:15.860]She out on the terrace, glass of Petrus with her bestie
[02:18.850]Drunk textin’
[02:19.862]While I’m out here tryin’ to spread the message
[02:22.098]You searchin’ for qualities that I’m already blessed with
[02:25.119]R&B exes
[02:26.611]Charms on her necklace
[02:31.097]God’s Son across the belly
[02:36.608]God’s Son across the belly
[02:43.109]Weight of the world
[02:48.846]Embrace the pressure
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