Pressure Turned To Diamonds

[Intro]
Yeah
I remember
Same hoodie, same bus
Whole different hunger
[Verse 1]
Used to count coins in my palm
Now I count hours I’m on
Mama said "pressure makes stone"
I turned that stone to a throne
Cold floors, winter in June
Space heater hum in my room
Scrolling, watching them win
Thinking, "that should’ve been him"
[Chorus]
Pressure turned to diamonds, I ain’t breaking
Heart was on the line, now it’s vacant
I was in the dark, now I’m blazing
Same old world
But I came back dangerous
Pressure turned to diamonds, I ain’t changing
All the little losses, I could taste it
Had to lose it all, just to face it
Same old name
But I came back dangerous
[Verse 2]
Fake friends left on read
Now they leave texts, "you next"
I leave them stuck in my past
Like an old code to reset
Big dreams, small town, that clash
Gas station meals, no cash
I just kept running that lap
Till the finish line ran back
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
They never see the nights
They only see the shine
They never feel the fight
They only quote the lines
I carried all that weight
Till it carved me from inside
Now when they hear my name
They know how pressure rides
[Chorus]

rap, Moody rap-pop-trap hybrid with male vocals, eerie bell plucks and filtered pads over a bouncy, bouncing low-end. First verse half-whispered, tight doubles on rhyme words; chorus explodes with octave vocals and airy harmonies. Ad-libs tucked wide, 808 slides glide between kicks, with a short, distorted guitar stab hook post-chorus. Clean, modern mix, vocal front and center., pop