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Lyrics
[Chorus]
Pressure in my chest
Pressure in my phone
Every time it rings
I’m closer to the throne (yeah)
I came from the stress
Stone in every bone
Now I’m walking hot
Like the block my home
[Verse 1]
Eyes red, never from sleep
Whole day sharp like teeth
Talk tough, never that deep
One wrong word and it’s peak (hey)
Cold rain drippin’ on brick
Mum said “leave that quick”
Heart still tied to the strip
Same old pain, new drip
[Chorus]
Pressure in my chest
Pressure in my phone
Every time it rings
I’m closer to the throne (oh yeah)
I came from the stress
Stone in every bone
Now I’m walking hot
Like the block my home
[Verse 2]
Two steps, war in my brain
Do I chase bags or change?
Friends turned ghost in a day
Love feels fake, all strange
Still I march, head low, jaw tight
Dark thoughts dance in the night
If I fall off, that’s life
If I blow up, that’s right (that’s right)
[Chorus]
Pressure in my chest
Pressure in my phone
Every time it rings
I’m closer to the throne
I came from the stress
Stone in every bone
Now I’m walking hot
Like the block my home (my home)
Details
GeneratedJan 23, 2026
Duration1:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hard-edged UK drill meets dark trap and Afro-club bounce; distorted sub tearing through the floor, sharp hi-hat patterns, and stuttering 808 glides. Male vocals pushed forward with tight doubles on key words, hook drenched in subtle auto-tune, verses dryer and more intimate. Occasional siren risers and filtered drops to spotlight the vocal, with the last chorus exploding in layered ad-libs and wide stereo choirs., drill
Credits
Prompt by
FlexG
FlexGModelAria v5
Prompt
Trap aggressivo, bass busted, afro bass, uk drill, distorted 800s
