Pressure don’t speak

Verse 1]

Came up fucked up, lights off, no heat,

Mama cryin’ in the kitchen, couldn’t help but see.

I was young, but I learned what hunger do,

Turn a good kid cold, make a monster move.

Sirens every night, bullets talk fluent,

Friends turn enemies, loyalty ruined.

I ain’t grow up dreamin’ ‘bout chains and fame,

I was dreamin’ ‘bout sleep and less pain.

I seen death way before twenty-one,

Closed caskets, black hoodies, mama’s son.

Every smile fake, every corner tense,

You either stand on business or you don’t exist.

Hard life, cold nights, pressure in my blood,

Mexican roots, yeah, we built for the mud.

Silent power make the loudest ones run,

Different kind of fear when we get it done.

Hard life, no love, just code and respect,

Weight on my back every brick I collected.

They talk tough ‘til the real shit flood,

I was born in the dark—cartel blood.

We was movin’ heavy just to keep food in,

Not for flexin’, not for music or illusions.

Every knock at the door made my chest tight,

One bad move and it’s cuffs or a headline.

Opps want beef, but they hide when it’s real,

Internet killers, never outside in the field.

I don’t chase bodies, I protect my name,

But cross that line and it won’t be the same.

Different code, different way we move,

No talk, no posts, just proof.

They loud with it, beggin’ for attention,

We quiet with it—permanent impression.

Hard life, cold nights, pressure in my blood,

Mexican roots, yeah, we built for the mud.

Silent power make the loudest ones run,

Different kind of fear when we get it done.

Hard life, no love, just code and respect,

Weight on my back every brick I collected.

They talk tough ‘til the real shit flood,

I was born in the dark—cartel blood.

I ain’t proud of the dirt, but it made me who I am,

Every scar on my body was part of the plan.

I seen fake kings crumble under stress,

Pressure reveal everything—truth or mess.

Mexican blood, my people survived worse,

Borders, wars, hunger, death first.

So when hood dudes talk ‘bout bein’ hard,

They ain’t seen power move without a charge.

This ain’t hype talk, this legacy pain,

Generations deep in survival terrain.

I carry my past every step I take,

That’s why my presence alone feel like weight.

I don’t glorify death, I glorify breath,

Still standin’ after starin’ straight at the end.

If you felt this, then you know what it was,

Built from the gutter—cartel blood.