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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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