Pressure Makes the Gold

[Intro]
City still awake
Eyes red, heart cold
Clock says "get some sleep"
My hunger says "reload" (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Phone full of "you changed"
Same number, new lane
They were quiet in the drought
Now they talking on my name
Pressure on my chest
Like plates I never rack
I been praying for a break
I been training for the cracks
Who gon' ride when it’s messy?
Who gon' slide when it’s slow?
Everybody love the legend
Til they see the scars below
[Chorus]
Pressure makes the gold, I know
Turn my pain to payroll
Loyal to the ones who stayed
When my faith was way too low
Driving through the night, eyes low
But I still won’t lose control
Pressure makes the gold, I know
Pressure makes the gold, I know
[Verse 2]
Hands on the wheel
Thoughts on the deal
Family on my back
They the reason that it's real
I remember group chats
Left me on read
Now they hit my line
Trying to get ahead
I don’t chase clout
I just chase time
Every "you can’t do it"
Became another sign
Write it on my skin
Promises in ink
If you weren’t in the struggle
You ain’t touching what I drink
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
If I fall, I fall forward (forward)
If I crawl, I crawl toward it (toward it)
If they switch, then let ‘em switch
We don’t beg, we pivot quick
Heart got heavy, pockets still light
Still thank God for the long nights
Every doubt that they ever spoke
Fuel on the fire when I lose hope
[Chorus]

rap, Dark melodic trap with spacious atmospheric synth pads, heavy sidechained 808s, and tight, snapping drums. Male vocals in a confident but emotional pocket; hook leans on a memorable melodic topline with doubled leads and airy ad-libs. Verses stay sparse and intimate, then the chorus widens with stacked harmonies, subtle vocal chops, and a rising synth line for late-night drive energy., emotional, motivation