Pounds and Pressure

Yeah…

City lights, late nights…

Smoke in the air, money on my mind.

Came from nothing, now we putting people on…

Not just chasing a dollar—

we building something they can stand on.

Pretty woman riding shotgun…

whole city know we outside.

This that pounds & pressure shit.

Pounds of that tree smoke moving through the city,

Money coming fast, but the grind ain’t pretty.

Stack after stack, got the paper getting taller,

Started with a dream, now I’m answering the caller.

Everybody around me gotta eat, that’s the mission,

If I get a plate, then my people get a kitchen.

Put ’em on their feet, give ’em something they can build,

Turn a little opportunity into something that can be real.

Late-night rides, city glowing through the glass,

Thinking ‘bout the days when I ain’t have no cash.

Now the whole crew looking forward, never backward,

Every loss became a lesson, every struggle made us smarter.

And she sitting right beside me, looking like a dream,

Pretty face, confidence, beauty shining through the scene.

She ain’t with me for the money, she was there before the shine,

That’s the type of woman make a hustler wanna get his life right.

Pounds moving, money stacking, we ain’t stopping till we got it,

Started from the bottom, now the whole team got a pocket.

Put my people on their feet, that’s the reason that I grind,

Everybody eating when I finally touch a dime.

Smoke in the city, money dancing through the night,

Pretty woman by my side, everything feeling right.

From the struggle to the top, we gon’ make it if we try,

Stack it up, build it up—

we ain’t living just to survive.

I remember empty pockets, now the vision getting bigger,

Had to turn the pressure into fuel, became a winner.

Every dollar that I stack got a purpose and a reason,

Put somebody in position, that’s how I define achievement.

She the prettiest woman that a man could ever see,

But it’s deeper than her beauty—she believe in me.

When the city get cold, she the fire in my chest,

When I start questioning myself, she remind me I’m the best.

We talking houses, businesses, property and land,

Building generational wealth with our own hands.

Ain’t trying to look rich, I’m trying to make it last,

Turn the pain from the past into a future moving fast.

So let the city talk, let ’em wonder how we did it,

They only see the finished picture, never witnessed every minute.

From the smoke-filled nights to the morning sunrise,

We kept chasing that dream with determination in our eyes.

Pounds moving, money stacking, we ain’t stopping till we got it,

Started from the bottom, now the whole team got a pocket.

Put my people on their feet, that’s the reason that I grind,

Everybody eating when I finally touch a dime.

Smoke in the city, money dancing through the night,

Pretty woman by my side, everything feeling right.

From the struggle to the top, we gon’ make it if we try,

Stack it up, build it up—

we ain’t living just to survive