Chinx Drugz Pressure On My Head Lyrics

Get it wasted, all this pressure on my head

Mind playing tricks, think I’m going crazy.

Baby, momma, one time

Homies found a fast car

And nigga on the ground

But they thinking they go balling.

All this pressure on my head

Mind playing tricks, I’m going crazy.

Baby, momma, need time

Homies found a fast car

And nigga on the ground

But they thinking they go balling.

All this pressure on my head

Mind playing tricks, I’m going crazy.

Baby, momma, need time

Homies found a fast car

Nigga on the ground

But they thinking they go balling.

All this pressure on my head.

Thinking about the time got the goose bumps

Got me smoking weed, sipping goose rum

They said a couple pills help you fix the pain

Make a couple aims, watch you niggas change.

Turn to chapter four, nigga, page three

Made it out of hood, out of jail, but you ain’t free

Riding with a couple killers but the nigga dirty, too.

Tryin’ just my bitch, but the nigga moving dirty, too.

He stopped selling coke, now is home invasion

He stopped telling jokes, ’cause he broke a wrist.

Being broke and dirty gave a nigga chills

Told me grinding niggas, beat the niggas, make the meals.

Get it wasted, all this pressure on my head

Mind playing tricks, think I’m going crazy.

Baby, momma, one time

Homies found a fast car

And nigga on the ground

But they thinking they go balling.

All this pressure on my head

Mind playing tricks, I’m going crazy.

Baby, momma, need time

Homies found a fast car

And nigga on the ground

But they thinking they go balling.

All this pressure on my head

Mind playing tricks, I’m going crazy.

Baby, momma, need time

Homies found a fast car

Nigga on the ground

But they thinking they go balling.

All this pressure on my head.

Try and try, yet my efforts ain’t enough

Wrap money slow, I’m still trying to slang a stuff

My pops hit the same face every time

Bright and early in the morning chasing souls moms.

The answer’s right in front of us, yet so sublime

Behind you get this money, yeah, just close the blinds

Run away, kid, dreams in the car to net you.

Couple homies dug a murder, but that’s confidential.

My little brother Wax, he be home in all this.

Sitting in that small cell, but his dreams enormous.

Dirty paths, but my future’s spotless

Car full of that turd pie, know they wash it.

Tracks hit a nerve, but my meant all and blew up.

Cocaine music, snort it, nigga, is the purer.

Ain’t too much left for a hustler to do it

My team music help Melvin in the blue notes.

Get it wasted, all this pressure on my head

Mind playing tricks, think I’m going crazy.

Baby, momma, one time

Homies found a fast car

And nigga on the ground

But they thinking they go balling.

All this pressure on my head

Mind playing tricks, I’m going crazy.

Baby, momma, need time

Homies found a fast car

And nigga on the ground

But they thinking they go balling.

All this pressure on my head

Mind playing tricks, I’m going crazy.

Baby, momma, need time

Homies found a fast car

Nigga on the ground

But they thinking they go balling.

All this pressure on my head.