Feat. Lil Durk

My nigga young and they reckless
How they gonna serve the protectors?
That’s why I could turn up the pressure
Pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure
Pressure

I look at my window
I look at the TV
It’s all like I bad dream
I see heroes turning to enemies
Hero dying 
Pull, got next to me
But you can kick on my weapon
But you can kick on my weapon
They be black on black ground
Actually that shit been happenin'
They been hangin' us for centuries
That shit happened from beginning
Hang us straight from the ceiling
That which you call lynchin'
Keeps unfolding with extensions

My nigga young and they reckless
How they gonna serve the protectors?
That’s why I could turn up the pressure
Pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure
Pressure

I went pon my homies’ funerals
And my relatives died of old age
The cops be shooting
The my are depending on me

I don’t trust none of these niggaz
All of my niggaz got pistols
If they get you, they pay you
But they want your life in prison
Rest in peace Freddie _____

My nigga young and they reckless
How they gonna serve the protectors?
That’s why I could turn up the pressure
Pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure
Pressure