Pressure in My Veins
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- hip hop
- piano trio
- violin
- percussion
- bass
- snap
- dirty south
- dirty rap
- bass drum
- world
- drum and bass
About
I'm just a creation and hope you love my creations
Lyrics
Intro
They said we wouldn't make it, nah
Yeah
Verse 1
Pressure in my veins, sweat drip like rain
They counted me out but I broke every chain
Dreams on my mind, hunger never tamed
Rhymes in my soul, greatness in my name
Stack after stack, pain turned to power
Running every block, never running from cowards
Built for the storm, grind by the hour
Cold outside, this heart never cowers
Chorus
They said we wouldn't make it but we still here
They said we couldn't make it, so now we have to take it there
Fuck you
Yeah we still here
They said we wouldn't make it but we still here
They said we couldn't make it, so now we have to take it there
Fuck you
Yeah we still here
Verse 2
Never fold, turning steel in the fire
Looked in the mirror, saw a soldier, a survivor
Lost it all twice, doubled up, climbed higher
Plottin' my escape, now I'm racing like a driver
Mouth full of gold, scars on my back
Enemies close, but the real never lack
Pulse on attack, world on my shoulders
Broken to bold, I grew up as a soldier
Chorus
They said we wouldn't make it but we still here
They said we couldn't make it, so now we have to take it there
Fuck you
Yeah we still here
They said we wouldn't make it but we still here
They said we couldn't make it, so now we have to take it there
Fuck you
Yeah we still here
Bridge
Whole squad moving, never solo on the rise
Smoke in my lungs, look the struggle in the eyes
Swore on my name, made a vow on the night
If the world wanna battle, I'm the first in the fight
Blood in my sneakers, dirt on my hands
Streetlights flickin', turn a loss to a plan
Still on my grind, never slept on the sand
Built from the gutter, but the vision still grand
Outro
Look where we started, look where we headed
Past full of scars, but my future embedded
Crossed every border, never asked for permission
Success at the door, I ain't leavin' till I get it
Said I won't last, yeah I heard what they said
Now I'm gold on my wrist, and I'm still breakin' bread
Still got that fire, and the hunger ain't dead
We made it through the storm—remember what I said
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