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(Intro)
Yeah
Late nights, black gloves, no lecture
Zone 2 steppin’ with pressure

(Hook)
Midnight glide, no sound on the ride
Windows tinted, demons inside
Talk on the net, but hide when it’s live
Chess not checkers, we strategize
Heart on cold, no love for a lie
If it’s about mine, someone gon’ cry
Step in the booth, it’s do or die
Pressure make diamonds, I’m built for the fire

(Verse 1)
Steel-toe boots on pavement cracks
Rain fall slick but we adapt
They talk tough but the vibe don’t match
Internet gangsters, Wi-Fi bad
I seen man freeze when it’s face to face
Keyboard warriors losing pace
You ain’t built for the smoke you chase
My team move silent, no trace

Back road creeping, hoodie down
Engine low with a heavy sound
Trust is thin, loyalty rare
Circle small, no squares around
If I said it, I meant that claim
No cap talk, no clout for fame
Pressure test, I stay the same
Storm outside but I bring the rain

(Hook)
Midnight glide, no sound on the ride
Windows tinted, demons inside
Talk on the net, but hide when it’s live
Chess not checkers, we strategize
Heart on cold, no love for a lie
If it’s about mine, someone gon’ cry
Step in the booth, it’s do or die
Pressure make diamonds, I’m built for the fire

(Verse 2)
Cold stare, no blink when I step in
Truth hurts, I don’t do pretending
Fake love? I’m done extending
If it’s war vibes, I’m not defending
I advance.

London nights got a different tone
Sirens echo through broken homes
Dreams big but the hunger grown
Had to graft, did it on my own
Now they watch when the bassline drop
Crowd jump when the kick go knock
Energy peak, can’t make this stop
Top floor views from the bottom block

(Outro)
No gimmicks, no rented hype
Just pain turned power on the mic
Midnight pressure, sharpened knife
Built from grit — this drill, my life.


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Drill, male