Under Pressure

[Produced by Logic] [Intro: Michel'le & Logic] Thug 'round—from a—from a—thug 'round—once a Thug 'round—from a—from a—thug 'round—once a Thug 'round—from a—from a—thug 'round—once a Thug 'round—from a—from a—thug 'round— (Uh) [Chorus: Logic] Work so fuckin' much, my greatest fear is I'ma die alone Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone (I'm lovin' it!) People callin' me, askin' me for money, man (Uh) The only thing I'ma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone (Yeah) [Verse 1: Logic] Flashbacks of a youngin' sippin' that purple Kool-Aid Skippin' school with my homies and chiefing reefer for two days Running from the law, livin' how I'm livin', fuck 'em all Bumping Triple Six Hennessy in my cup, drivin' through the sticks Who the bitch ridin' with me? Man, the devil tryna get me Motivated, under-educated, and hated But finally gettin' cake like a happy belated Bitch I made it, we on Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it Write it, record it, mix it, master it, press it up, unveil it Feel like I've been waitin' forever, forever to inherit This is war, I declare it Time is money, I can't spare it Futuristic, so simplistic Please decipher my linguistics Slow it down, Robitussin I'm the king, ain't no discussion And now we blowin' up like spontaneous human combustion My consumption is the illest Section eight, I know you feel this On the come up, where they run up on you for nothin' at all Brighter than eleven suns, this the first, where my funds? EBT, that's the card I thank God, I thank God, but it's hard Uh, but it's hard [Chorus: Logic] Uh, work so fuckin' much, my greatest fear is I'ma die alone Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone People callin' me, askin' me for money, man The only thing I'ma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone [Verse 2: Logic] God damn, god damn, we at it again Me and my homies that know me blowing up like the Taliban Yeah, my stress up, but I'm blessed up Fuck around and get messed up When I murder the rhyme, I'm livin' divine You know that I'm one of a kind Lemme get it right now, ho Draped up and I'm dripped out (And I'm dripped out) Right now, ho Caked up 'til I cash out and I got 'em all wonderin', "How so?" On the down low, haters drown slow On the down low, haters drown slow Oh God, my God, we got it all right Oh God, my God, we gotta get it, right? These fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right? I said these fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right? Uh, tell me that they love me Know damn well that they don't give a fuck I be on that finger-flippin' killin' shit up in the cut That's what's up All these bitches out here tryna gas it up This is everything I ever wanted, I can't pass it up Life changed in a year, couldn't happen fast enough "Can I do it like you do it?" That's what they be askin' us White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never actin' up Live it up, hold on to your dream, don't ever give it up Finally had my share of success, and shit, I can't get enough Now they know my name through the nation 'Cause my single like that good shit, man, always in rotation Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations Stackin' profit on profit, from this music I'm makin' Even Jesus had haters, so when you feelin' forsaken Tell 'em jealous Judases who this is, and man, that'll break 'em And bitch, I'm still the same Dash of autotune so y'all can feel the pain Broke as fuck, back in that basement, not a dollar to my name Chasin' fame, chasin' glory, 'til the day we make a story Positive that life ain't mine, bitch, you can take that shit to Maury [Chorus: Logic] Work so fuckin' much, my greatest fear is I'ma die alone Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone People callin' me, askin' me for money, man The only thing I'ma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone [Interlude: Logic] (Hello, no one is available to take your call) I been workin' hard, I been searchin' for God I been workin' hard, I been searchin' for God (Please leave a message after the tone) [Verse 3: Logic] Little brother, this is yo' sister, you're busy, I get you But I insist you call me back 'cause I miss you I wish you well, well, I wish you would call 'Cause lately it feel like I'm just not yo' sister at all—all Uh, I'm sorry for callin' and bawlin', I'm all in And I feel like I'm fallin' lately, it feel like my children hate me You tell me I'm beautiful and yet no man wanna date me Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me And lately I, I feel more and more like mommy, I know I'm me, but still You always seemed to pick up the phone and somehow I feel Better, but you been answerin' me lesser and lesser So I resorted to the pills in my dresser, I'm gone And as for... oh no, he left and he ain't comin' back I hate him and if I see him I swear I tell him that No longer cookin' crack in my kitchen, cuttin' an' sellin' that He broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and back I been workin' hard, I been searchin' for God I can feel the Devil around me as they all applaud Promise you won't forget me, that you'll always be wit' me And even when you gone, I can call whenever he hit me Under pressure, I've been feeling under pressure [Verse 4: Logic] Hey, son, this is your father, don't mean to bother How are you? Heard you were in town, but I never saw ya Tried to call ya, where are ya? In Paris? What a beautiful destination To perish right by the Eiffel, come now Please don't be spiteful of all my small talk I think we're overdue a long talk When I see kids around the way, I say how I'm your dad It gets me thinkin' 'bout incredible moments we've had And on the real, I'm tryin' so hard not to bug you But do you think you could stop rappin' about my drug use? I'm two years clean, no longer a fiend Yeah, I'm fifty-seven, but I feel nineteen And I love you I swear, Bobby, I know you're there And when the time is right I know that you gon' take care Of anything I need, of yo' family Can I have some tickets to your next show? Would you stand wit' me? Can I have some money for my new honey that's hella fine? I forgot to mention I got divorced from yo' step-mom My mind goin' crazy, but I still look hella calm Maybe you could tell *beep* I've been feelin' under pressure [Interlude: Ralph] Hey, what's up, bro? This Ralph, I didn't want much, man, just calling to see what's going on. I know you're busy. Uh, Dad hit me up, it's his birthday today, but I know you know that. Uh, yeah, he calling, he be tryna introduce me to his new chick and stuff, man, I don't know how to handle that. I don't wanna tell him like nah, I ain't trying to meet her off top, you know? So what you think I should do? Text me, I know you're busy, dawg. But he been callin' me saying he wanna come down, he wanna bring his new chick and Brenda's like "Damn, he really tryna rock out with his new chick" 'cause you know we all fuck with Debbie. But I don't know, I don't know how to tell him this shit, so just hit me back whenever you got the time, man, I know there's more shit on your plate. You ain't—you ain't gotta hit me, dawg, but if you do I'd appreciate it. When you back, love you, do your thing. Swag RattPack all day, boy. Alright, nigga, hit me [Verse 5: Logic] Uh, yeah, dear family, I'm so sorry that I've been distant Everything changed in an instant, my time has been inconsistent I know that you been insistin', I know that birthday I missed it I swore I told my assistant, but I guess my mind is in another place Thoughts off in another world, I started seein' another girl It fell through, man, what a world But I'm so focused on my craft, on employin' my staff Such a perfectionist, I can't even finish this draft This letter to the ones I love, the ones that I miss Brothers and sisters that hit me up just to reminisce Meanwhile, people outside of my blood askin' for favors I don't owe you a fuckin' thing, you best switch yo' behavior Truly remarkable how I barely know you, but somehow owe you When you don't even know 'bout the shit I go through, uh We ain't spoken in a while, tell me sister, how yo' child? Come now, girl, give me a smile, come on, girl, don't do me foul Sorry I ain't call before, but I'm callin' you right now I heard that you was poppin' E, stop resortin' to the vowel How my mama, how she doin'? Does she know what I'm pursuin'? I ain't talk to her in years, that relationship she ruined But sometimes I wake up and wonder just what the fuck I'm doin' They say family is everything, I swear that shit the truth I should spend it all with y'all, but I spend it in the booth This is everything I love, this is everything I need Never sacrifice this feelin' even though my heart it bleed This is everything I love, everything I need Never sacrifice this feelin' even though my heart bleed Under pressure, I've been feelin' under pressure [Outro: Robert Bryson Hall] Hey, son, I'm sorry I missed your call today, but I was in an AA meeting. Um, a friend of mine was celebrating four years, so I couldn't get you right then. And then when I did call you, you weren't able to answer or whatever. Just wonderin' how things are going. Deb and I aren't together anymore, um... Livin' on my own, you know, um... Anyway, the whole family, even the family that you don't know, my sisters and your aunts that you've never met are very proud of you. Your cousins just love you too. Anyway, son, I love you, I just want you to know that. And just keep grindin', you know? And um, I don't wanna hear you joinin' the Illuminati, 'cause then I gotta kill ya. Hm-hm, I love you, son, bye