Pressure
Fresh off the flight, New York grit in my veins Trading the skyline for the humidity and the rains Young man in a new zip, but the energy stayed the same Before the charts, before the titles, before they knew the name. Ended up in Broward, heavy iron on the gate Sitting in that cell, just me and the hands of fate Locked in the belly of it, walls closing in tight But I kept my head level, never shaking in the night. (Chorus) They tried to test the spirit, tried to see if I would fold But New York taught me better, keep it solid, keep it bold From the Broward County bunks to the West Palm range I stayed a man through the fire, never let the pressure change Rising to the moment when the situation's grim If they want to see a gangster, tell 'em take a look at him. (Verse 2) Stepped out the shadow, made it up to the Gun Club floor West Palm heat, but I was looking for something more Had to do my thing, had to show 'em how I move When the world is testing you, you got everything to prove. Eyes on the target, keeping steady with the aim A long way from the Southern Tier, but playing the same game Stayed calm in the chaos, let the discipline lead Planting every struggle like it’s just another seed. (Outro) Yeah. From the concrete to the sand. Testing the metal. Knowing the outcome before the first strike. Still standing. Still counting the ratios. Administrator status. Kidsubby.
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Fresh off the flight, New York grit in my veins Trading the skyline for the humidity and the rains Young man in a new zip, but the energy stayed the same Before the charts, before the titles, before they knew the name. Ended up in Broward, heavy iron on the gate Sitting in that cell, just me and the hands of fate Locked in the belly of it, walls closing in tight But I kept my head level, never shaking in the night. (Chorus) They tried to test the spirit, tried to see if I would fold But New York taught me better, keep it solid, keep it bold From the Broward County bunks to the West Palm range I stayed a man through the fire, never let the pressure change Rising to the moment when the situation's grim If they want to see a gangster, tell 'em take a look at him. (Verse 2) Stepped out the shadow, made it up to the Gun Club floor West Palm heat, but I was looking for something more Had to do my thing, had to show 'em how I move When the world is testing you, you got everything to prove. Eyes on the target, keeping steady with the aim A long way from the Southern Tier, but playing the same game Stayed calm in the chaos, let the discipline lead Planting every struggle like it’s just another seed. (Outro) Yeah. From the concrete to the sand. Testing the metal. Knowing the outcome before the first strike. Still standing. Still counting the ratios. Administrator status. Kidsubby.