Pressure (Explicit)-AKA/Reason

1(AKA) I need a moment of clarity I need a motive I need a worthy opponent No one can challenge me, dearly devoted Weighted for world on my shoulders, I'm focused on family They focused on selling they magazines, Stuck in a fantasy life, Talking sh*t till your battery dies, Hoe you wanna see me crumble Living in a concrete jungle, Take a walk in my custom kicks Wanna touch this kid, you can call me uncle, I talk insane numbers I like my paper large, bunch of payed runners, yeah we some shooting stars (?) 2 (Reason) You might see the life I live, and maybe think it looks nice and fresh, I mean sometimes it is, they offer me the nicer things, but some people try to fight with it and tryna bite your s*** F*** it imma fight to live, with every lyric, every rhyme I kick I'm killing everything around the kid, I can tell by where you're hands pointing at you already know what time it is (?) I came up from a starving artist (?) I'm way up Couple number 1's on a couple charts So I get awards Still I got cred like playground I'm reaching till I hit the ceiling coz I was beneath them like Lucifer's playground So when the fame just fade out, all the greatness remains as the same as I came out Loud 3 (Aka) Pardon I'm just doing my bid To legit to be losing my grip, Mama me I won't let the media under our skin Handle my buis Plus I'm a genius and I got every ingredient needed to win F*** all these encyclopaedias F***** bout, telling me how I should live Sh*t. The bigger the belt, the larger the target The harder they fell I'm a product of knowledge itself U might need a psychologies help If u think I'm not, then to hell They talking bout pressure but nothings Impressive, to me I feel so underwhelmed Took this s*** to a whole other realm