F*ck Da Feds

🎵 Title: Pressure Built Diamonds 🔥 Hook (8 Bars): I’m the storm that they prayed don’t form in the sky (A) Ice on my neck make a sinner feel shy (A) Trap doin’ numbers, got the fiends in line (B) All gas, no brakes when I’m clutchin’ that nine (B) Talk big racks, better show that proof (C) Ain’t no cap when I’m in that booth (C) Whole block jump when the bass go boom (D) Run it up fast, make the opps meet doom (D) 💀 Verse 1 (16 Bars): Heart cold, wrist froze, money still talkin’ (A) Whip in the lane, whole city still stalkin’ (A) Code to the safe like a sermon, I’m preachin’ (B) Feds want a word, but I’m never doin’ reachin’ (B) Posted with the mob, ten toes, no fold (C) Life too raw, every brick turn gold (C) Whip that Pyrex, flame up the kitchen (D) Dreams of a jet, but the streets my religion (D) Bulletproof mind, no time for the fake (E) Hustle through the pain, every loss I intake (E) Draco sing loud, no choir, no mercy (F) Crown on my head, can’t none of y’all curse me (F) Run through the trap like a demon on payroll (G) Stacks so tall make the ceilings stay low (G) Boss in the field, no ref, no whistle (H) Chrome heart cold, but it shine like crystal (H)