So Pressed ft. Spike Sedia & Dech Lyrics

I used to be an angry little fellow

But since I became a blazer tho, I've been Melo

Got me tippin' off the sour like it's Limoncello

But I'm still spittin' with the power on these instrumentals

But all said

I think these motherfuckas forgot, I'm from the Bronx

We don't tag toes, we tag heads

Cut ya neck, you call feds, I call hittas

Make you swallow your teeth

Come get it, we can brawl in the street

Cuz I can channel all the anger that I once had

Motherfuckas must be actin' like I changed networks

Nah dawg, I just been changing my net worth

But I'm still a sure bet

Try me if you feelin' tough nerd, you heard that

You talk tough on text

Think I'm not gonna run up on you with the Tec

Better sit in the backseat child and catch a backhand

Suck my fat dick and learn some respect

Why you so pressed

Homie you don't want no smoke

You don't want no smoke

Why you so pressed

What you really mad 'bout playa

What you really mad 'bout yo

Why you so pressed

Everybody so pissed off and everybody wanna pop off

Why you so pressed

But not everybody back it up, so back up motherfucka you soft

Why you so pressed

Demi-god, demagogue

World approachin' the epilogue

Keep a separate log of the bullshit

Bully pulpit, cut scene full clip

Blood dream full drip

One cream full drip two sugars

Nosy niggas panning DMs for a few boogers

Flatbush mashugana, look at the crud I'm cookin' up

Dech hooks it up like a family discount

Hope you hop off the dick, too scary to dismount

Peep the pitch count, issa bicentennial

Perennial workhorse, a goddamn millennial

Take a trip to Hennyville, lost in the sauce

Stumble into some clarity it'll cost you a cross

Casualty of blasphemy, cardinals comin' back for me

Heisman stiff arm, a master of all my faculties

Crackle please, they just want him to croak

Bullfrog out da lotus and I'm comin' from throats

Why you so pressed

Homie you don't want no smoke

You don't want no smoke

Why you so pressed

What you really mad 'bout playa

What you really mad 'bout yo

Why you so pressed

Everybody so pissed off and everybody wanna pop off

Why you so pressed

But not everybody back it up, so back up motherfucka you soft

Why you so pressed

If you got a problem baby, I'll solve it

If you got a problem baby, I'll solve it yeah you ain't got the breath

If you got a problem baby, I'll solve it

If you got a problem baby, I'll solve it what's really the stress

If you got a problem baby, I'll solve it

If you got a problem baby, I'll solve it so step the fuck back

If you got a problem baby, I'll solve it

Imma solve it, Imma solve it