Wit No Pressure

By Ras Beats

On Control Your Own

Released on June 21, 2016

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With no pressure, five birds thrown in the compressor

[???], silk shirts in the leather dresser

My predecessor's on a stretcher

Cuban heiffer, finesse her like I'm Hugh Hefner

Possess her, candy apple red Tesla

Check the texture, silky as my connect' Hector

With Malcolm X on the projector

Cognac, fuck in every sex position in the zodiac

Smooth like the way Goldy act

Send a ho at your ass, you wake up like 'yo where my rollie at'

Protect the homies with the goalie mask

Then mosie past, and bust the same guns Monster Kody blast

You rockin ponies with your phony ass

You know me as, I don't even give Sauconys a pass

I'm complex like Napoleon has

I'm sittin cozy in Jags, you sittin lonely in a sodium bath

My bitch trophy, Hawaiian Sophie, waistline


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Lit up a bogie, your flow to me is karaoke

The pad is smoky and my back is soapy

My whole cult be like Aleister Crowley

Cats that know me know I blast toolies

And take baths with the uzi, slim bitch but her ass juicy

Y2c, two seats in the coupe soupy

Red top Danny Bonaduce

BBS, no BS, green CLS, P.S: my necklace VVS

V-necks, still got a sweet left

Shake your world up, yellin 'turn up'

Niggas'll send you home like a turnip

Dipped the L, lit the sherm up

Spliffs burn up, niggas turn up looking hurt up

Flip birds, kick dirt up, lick shots, split the herd up

The bullshit you're kickin don't concern us

I hold a MAC-10 like Vinny the Chin

My pen color Indian skin, tires on Milleniums spin

Back when I was skinny and thin

Wished death 'Many Men', I'm feelin like 50 Cent

My cowboy boots come with the six shooter

Chain from Cuba, my watch game Franck Muller

Peace to my jeweller, the black ruger, twist buddha

Hit the puma, better than later nigga sooner