Pressure cooker

Yeah…

You don’t really know pressure…

‘till you’ve been burned by it.

But see — I ain’t run from the heat.

I learned to cook in it.

Burn marks on my hands, yeah, they tell me I lived it, (uh)

Every scream from the pass, man, I never forget it.

Chef throwin’ pans, egos cut like a blade,

But I learned how to stand when respect wasn’t paid.

Had to swallow my pride with that overcooked rice,

Had to bleed for my craft, had to sacrifice nights.

They said I wouldn’t last — too soft, too kind,

Now I’m leadin’ the line with a sharper mind.

See, they built walls outta pain, I broke mine for a view,

They stay trapped in the past, I evolved with the crew.

Yeah, I took every bruise, turned it into a plan,

Now I’m feedin’ my soul like I feed these fans.

Pressure cooker — I was forged in the heat,

Where the loud ones talk and the real ones eat.

Took the hits, took the pain, turned it all into proof,

Your limits ain’t mine — I’m the livin’ truth.

Pressure cooker — made me stronger, not bitter,

Now my scars shine bright like the flame on that glitter.

They can doubt, they can hate, but I’m way past that,

I rose from the burn, never lookin’ back.

They don’t see the nights when the clock stood still,

Wrist deep in the sink, just pushin’ off will.

When the head chef snapped, I just bit my tongue,

‘Cause I knew one day, they’d be singin’ my song.

They said “stay in your lane,” I said “I’ll pave it,”

They said “you ain’t built,” I said “watch me make it.”

Now I mentor the ones who remind me of me,

Who still dream through the smoke and the heat they can’t see.

I’ve been broken, been broke, been told I ain’t enough,

But the pressure never crushed me — it just made me tough.

Now I walk through the kitchen like a storm in control,

Every plate that I serve got a piece of my soul.

Pressure cooker — I was forged in the heat,

Where the loud ones talk and the real ones eat.

Took the hits, took the pain, turned it all into proof,

Your limits ain’t mine — I’m the livin’ truth.

Pressure cooker — made me stronger, not bitter,

Now my scars shine bright like the flame on that glitter.

They can doubt, they can hate, but I’m way past that,

I rose from the burn, never lookin’ back.

Hear the hiss of the steam, that’s the sound of my fight,

Every scar, every scream turned my wrongs into right.

You can’t cage what was forged in the heat of the pain,

’Cause I learned how to bloom in the middle of flames.

Now I mentor the lost, show the next ones the light,

Tell ‘em pain ain’t your prison, it’s your spark to ignite.

You can rise from the line, you can build from the burn,

Every plate’s just a story, every wound helps you learn.

This kitchen made me… but it didn’t break me.

Pressure don’t kill — it cooks.

And I’m still servin’ lessons…

One plate at a time.