Machine Gun Kelly drops the visuals for the “PRESSURE” song

Watch the official music video for the “PRESSURE” track by Machine Gun Kelly. The piece was produced by SlimXX, BazeXX, Charlie Handsome, Ghostrage & Joe Reeves. Listen, stream, read the lyricks, buy the song.

If you have been paying attention to the career of Machine Gun Kelly, then you know that he has been on a completely different wave as of late. Although he began his career as a rapper, he quickly pivoted to pop punk. In fact, his pop-punk music became incredibly popular. While rock purists hate him, MGK has millions of fans who don’t care for the critics. Overall, this style has brought him a lot of professional success. This has included a ton of record sales and some massive sold-out shows.

However, over the last couple of months, Machine Gun Kelly has hinted at a return to rap. For instance, he has done some freestyles, including one with Cordae. Subsequently, he has just dropped a brand-new song called “Pressure.” Upon pressing play on this track, you will immediately realize that MGK is making an official return to hip-hop. Fans are immediately met with some intense production, all while Machine Gun Kelly spits a plethora of bars.

Sonically, MGK tries to do as much as possible within the four minutes and 20 seconds time span. There are numerous beat switches and a flurry of bars that are spat using a fast flow. This is the MGK that fans were used to prior to his switch to pop-punk. Although, if you got into him through pop-punk, then this song will be polarizing.

Machine Gun Kelly – PRESSURE (prod. SlimXX, BazeXX, Charlie Handsome, Ghostrage & Joe Reeves)

30 May 2023
1 Song, 4 minutes
℗ 2023 EST 19XX, LLC, under exclusive license to Bad Boy/Interscope Records

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Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: SlimXX]
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly & SlimXX]
The diamonds are symbolic of all the pressure they put on me until I shined (La-la-la, la-la-la-la)
My life is symbiotic with the culture, I could never, ever lose the vibe (La-la-la, la-la-la-la)
Make sure they rollin’ one up for me ’cause it’s been a long ride (La-la-la, la-la-la-la)
We doin’ this one for Money T, keep his name alive (Yeah)

[Chorus: SlimXX, Machine Gun Kelly & Both]
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la—
Hold up

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
I know how to make an entrance
I hop out the truck in a fur with some henchmen (Hmph)
You can skip the introduction
I’m introverted, I don’t want your attention (Eh)
Stand on whatever I say, I’ll say it to your face
I don’t do it in mentions (For real)
I believe God had put me through Hell
So that I could learn me a lesson
I was eleven (Damn)
Sharin’ a bed with my dad, but didn’t have a bedroom
In a recession (Yeah)
Six of us in a Ford Explorer, didn’t have leg-room
Everything’s destined (So)
It was inevitable I take on his aggression
Mad at the world ’cause I’m feelin’ rejected
Guess that I gotta die to be a legend

[Outro: SlimXX & Machine Gun Kelly]
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-uh-la, la-la-la-la (Turn up)

[Part II]

[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly]
Holy shit
Showin’, showin’ naked ass
C-Town, bring them slabs out (Out; boom, boom, boom)

[Verse: Machine Gun Kelly, Marisa Mendez & Dua Lipa]
Open the toilet and took a piss
Open my mouth, I’m talkin’ shit (Uh)
Open accounts ’cause this money don’t fit in the safe
My accountant can’t count this shit, hm
This look counterfeit
If I wear it, it’s priceless, can’t count the fit (Yeah)
Stack it up tall as a mountain is (Yeah)
I grow money on trees like a botanist
(When you droppin’ this?) Right now
I just made the hardest shit I ever heard right now
Wait a minute, look where I was and where I’m at right now
In a plane with no passengers in it, over Cleveland, ’bout to touchdown
I got the car keys in the Carhartt
I don’t need ’em, know I push and the car start (Skrrt)
I got the icing like a Pop Tart, and I stay spittin’ fire like a Charizard (Hah)
I used to be broke, couldn’t afford a heater, way back in the day when I was openin’ for Wiz Khalifa (Yeah)
I just got myself out of an misdemeanor, he said that he wasn’t there, I told him that I wasn’t either (I wasn’t)
I broke every bone except my middle finger (Fuck you)
Only had a heartbreak once, I won’t have two
Free Young Thug, pour a two-liter
Why’s everybody singin’ like they’re Dua Lipa? (Yeah)
La, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, yeah

[Part III]

[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly]
Ayy, we doin’ this shit one take
Green light, don’t stop, go

[Verse: Machine Gun Kelly]
I wear chains with my shirt off when I get my dick sucked
And she keep it in her throat like she got the hiccups
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no mouth though if we hit the lick up
I don’t sell, I used to snort this shit, open that brick up
I don’t give a fuck about who streamin’, pull the list up
I’m a father, look at what I did to raise these kids up
There won’t be a day I need a vest under my zip-up
‘Cause every time they tried to send a shot, it always missed us (Doo, drr)
I hear that shit in real life, I do not fear the afterlife
My cousin tried to suffocate me
He said the voice in his head was Jesus Christ
Healin’ my bruise with a piece of ice
I held on myself when I needed a family
Instead, I was left to my own device
Swallowed the pill like a piece of rice
I slept in the attic, had demon nights
That’s in the house off Lee Road
I saw my friend’s eyes change, now he just a body with no soul
I been in the game, got a lot of exes, look like a cheat code (Eh)
I had a couple rappers leavin’ out the spot with their teeth broke (Shh)
You can see the double Rs when I creep slow (When I creep slow)
You can’t have my dick if you can’t deep-throat (No)
Yeah, turn up my voice, make this beat low
I create the wave, but I don’t own no beach clothes
Lately, I made a lot of enemies
Lately, I been goin’ through it mentally
So, I gotta palm and a rock in my pocket in public
Protectin’ my energy (Uh)
Spiritually, you couldn’t measure me (No)
My soul has been here for a century (Yeah)
We came out of high school together
And now he tweakin’ off the methamphetamine

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly]
(La, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la), we throwin’ Ls like
(La, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la), teal up-the-way shit
(La, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la), you see those double Xs
(La, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la), we outside, bitch
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la), throwin’ Ls like
(La, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la), real Cleveland shit
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la), you see those double Xs
(La, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la), we outside, bitch

[Outro: Machine Gun Kelly]
Yeah, meet me on floor thirteen