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Third Coast Pressure

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Lyrics

Third Coast pressure, feel it in the floor

Whole room shake when I walk through the door

Built this from the dirt, I don't owe nobody more

Third Coast pressure, let the bass hit four

Pressure, pressure

Heavy when I step

Pressure, pressure

Still ain't folded yet

Verse 1

They hear me comin' 'fore they ever see

Concrete tremble underneath my feet

Every verse I spit is pedigree

Every chain I've earned was meant to be

Breath so long I hold the whole street

Run it back and let the rhythm repeat

Pocket switch and catch 'em off beat

Gravel voice that make the whole block kneel

Pre-Chorus

I been low

I been broke

Dust to gold

Call me slow but I never fold

Chorus

Third Coast pressure, feel it in the floor (feel it in the floor)

Whole room shake when I walk through the door (through the door)

Built this from the dirt, I don't owe nobody more

Third Coast pressure, let the bass hit four

Pressure, pressure

Heavy when I step

Pressure, pressure

Still ain't folded yet

Verse 2

Grain of the voice like gravel on steel

Chipped guitar strings echo how I feel

Screwed up the tempo then let it heal

Stack every rhyme and watch it seal

No hurry in the way I carve a lane

Authoritative like thunder after rain

They wanna measure me I say again

Third Coast lineage runnin' through my veins

Pre-Chorus

I been low

I been broke

Dust to gold

Call me slow but I never fold

Chorus

Third Coast pressure, feel it in the floor (feel it in the floor)

Whole room shake when I walk through the door (through the door)

Built this from the dirt, I don't owe nobody more

Third Coast pressure, let the bass hit four

Pressure, pressure

Heavy when I step

Pressure, pressure

Still ain't folded yet

Bridge

Heavy when I step

Heavy when I step

Third Coast pressure

Let the bass hit four

Chorus

Third Coast pressure, feel it in the floor (feel it in the floor)

Whole room shake when I walk through the door (through the door)

Built this from the dirt, I don't owe nobody more

Third Coast pressure, let the bass hit four

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