

Prompt / Lyrics
[Chorus] Pressure in my chest Pressure in my phone Every time it rings I’m closer to the throne (yeah) I came from the stress Stone in every bone Now I’m walking hot Like the block my home [Verse 1] Eyes red, never from sleep Whole day sharp like teeth Talk tough, never that deep One wrong word and it’s peak (hey) Cold rain drippin’ on brick Mum said “leave that quick” Heart still tied to the strip Same old pain, new drip [Chorus] Pressure in my chest Pressure in my phone Every time it rings I’m closer to the throne (oh yeah) I came from the stress Stone in every bone Now I’m walking hot Like the block my home [Verse 2] Two steps, war in my brain Do I chase bags or change? Friends turned ghost in a day Love feels fake, all strange Still I march, head low, jaw tight Dark thoughts dance in the night If I fall off, that’s life If I blow up, that’s right (that’s right) [Chorus] Pressure in my chest Pressure in my phone Every time it rings I’m closer to the throne I came from the stress Stone in every bone Now I’m walking hot Like the block my home (my home)
Tags
rap, Hard-edged UK drill meets dark trap and Afro-club bounce; distorted sub tearing through the floor, sharp hi-hat patterns, and stuttering 808 glides. Male vocals pushed forward with tight doubles on key words, hook drenched in subtle auto-tune, verses dryer and more intimate. Occasional siren risers and filtered drops to spotlight the vocal, with the last chorus exploding in layered ad-libs and wide stereo choirs., drill
1:48
No
1/23/2026