Under Pressure

[Produced by Logic]

[Intro: Michel'le & Logic]

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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