Uploaded January 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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[lyrics]

[Intro]
Yeah
Check
Look

[Verse 1]
Tap of the foot on the floor, that’s timing
Pen in my hand, that’s violence, silent
Words in a row like soldiers lining
Breath in the bar, that’s perfect science
Snap back low, eyes on the target
Heart in the pocket, ride that carpet
Beat says “jump,” my lungs say “say less”
Mouth hits warp speed over each small bass step

[Chorus]
Rap and rhythm in my veins, I
Turn that pressure into blaze, I
Ride that pattern, bend those breaks, I
Make that heartbeat feel like bass, like
Rap and rhythm when I talk, I
Turn each sidewalk to a stage, I
Walk that tempo how I want, I
Let that drumline guide my rage

[Verse 2]
Word after word, they weave and they wrestle
Tongue doing laps on the edge of a vessel
I don’t chase trends, I chase that click
That moment your neck just nods, that’s it
Clock on the wall can’t count this pace
I fold whole nights in a four-bar phrase
Sweat on the mic, chalk on my hands
Climbing each rhyme like a rockwall stand
[Intro 2]
Back on that raw
Back on that pressure
Yeah
Listen

[Verse 3]
Mind like a war room
Eyes on the back door
Counting every scar like receipts
What you think I snap for
Cold in my chest, can’t thaw
Teeth tight on the past, lockjaw
Came out the dirt
Still got gravel in my jaw when I talk, uh
Paranoia pacing in my hallway
Sleep with my back to the wall, face the doorway
Voices in my head
Sound like old beef calling
I ain’t picking up
Let it ring, let it keep crawling
I was broke, stomach doing backflips
Now it’s metal on the table, heavy stacks, bad habits
Still feel the hunger in my gums when I laugh
Still see the roaches on the wall when I pass, yeah
Trust who? I don’t even trust myself
I could turn a blessing to a weapon on the shelf
Every move mapped, I don’t gamble with the step
Every breath heavy like I’m benching with regret, look

[Chorus]
Midnight pressure
Got me grinding my teeth, can’t sleep, can’t breathe (pressure)
Heart like a clenched fist
Every little thing might make it all bleed (pressure)
Got weight on my neck, on my name
On my block, on my people I lead (pressure)
Midnight pressure
I don’t run from the dark, let it ride with me (pressure)

[Verse 4]
Concrete classroom, learned from the hard knocks
OG said “keep your circle tighter than a padlock”
I was in the bathroom, carving on the stall door
“Get rich or die trying?” I just wrote “don’t starve”
Mama had bills on the fridge like art
Red letters on the top, final notice on the heart
I remember when the lights clicked off mid-bite
Candle in the kitchen, shadow boxing with the fright
Everybody tough on the internet
In real life, they quiet when the real intersect
I seen quiet ones turn the whole scene drastic
Heard loud mouths wheeze when the smoke turned graphic
I ain’t glorify pain, I report it
Turned what almost killed me to a portrait
Still got blood in my shoes from the journey
Still hear the sirens in my ear when it’s early, for real
[Bridge]
Head down, hoodie low, pulse racing
Every corner feel like a cross, like a grave shift
If I fall, who gon’ carry what I built, huh
If I call, who gon’ answer in the filth, huh
Talk heavy, but my prayers even heavier
Hands up, asking God, “Am I messenger?”
Either way I walk through the smoke like it’s regular
Pressure on my neck, on my soul, on the cellular
[Intro 3]
Cold air
Cracked stair
Hood up
That stare

[Verse 5]
Teeth on the concrete
Jaw tight, I’ma talk bleed
Every bar like a stock squeeze
Pressure make the block breathe
Big stepper, that off-beat swing
Still land clean when them shots sing
Eyes red, pockets like a crime scene
Turn dust into gold, alchemy
I was scribblin' on past-due letters
Turned hunger into sharp steel measures
Turned losses into carved-up lessons
Now I walk like the floor my possession
You just tweet, I trench-walk
You just chat, I bench chalk
Outline lanes, I redraw
Turn that flex to a recall

[Chorus]
Head nod heavy, that rage in the room (yeah)
Hands up, hands up, make it shake when it boom (boom)
Bite down hard, leave blood on the beat
I ain’t come for the talk
I want teeth on the concrete
Head nod heavy, that rage in the room
Hands up, hands up, make it shake when it boom
Bite down hard, leave blood on the beat
(I ain’t come for the talk)
I want teeth on the concrete (gang, gang)

[Verse 6]
Look
Dark thoughts in a dim-lit lobby
Heart like a safe, ain’t a soul gon' rob me
Walk like war in a calm-body posture
Quiet in the crowd but the mind on a chopper
I was in the back with the broke ones
Now I’m front row, make the smoke run
Cut through noise like a blade in a joke song
Laugh at the cap, then I ghost on 'em
I don’t wrestle with a weak vibe
I just dead it with a mean line
Whole scene shake when the team slide
Every step sound like a landslide
Let ’em glare, let ’em all side-eye
Same ones pray that the boy flatline
Same ones stuck in the same outline
I redraw fate with a raw grind, restart
[Chorus]
(its the end of Mega beats)