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MAKE SHIT MELT prod Maxim & MaddMaks

[Title: Pressure In The Night]

[Intro]
[vocalist: raw, melodic, Miami accent]
Yeah, yeah…
Miami nights, city grind, I’m still that n***a
Too many fakes, but I see through all that glitter
Pressure make diamonds, or leave a n***a bitter
I’m out here movin’ like a real go-getter

[build up]

[Chorus]
[big 808, club bounce]
Pressure in the night, n***a, I don’t fold
Gold in my mouth, pain I never told
Snakes in the gra**, I just cut and reload
Grew up in the fire, n***a, that’s all I know
Back against the wall, vision in the smoke
Fake love close, real n****s go ghost
Trust no soul, keep my blicky close
N***a play slick, get turned to a ghost

[drop]

[Verse 1]
[moody keys, slow trap beat]
Whip slide down Biscayne, demons in the trunk
12 on my a**, I ain’t never been a punk
Mama said, “N***a, never trust, never sleep,”
I keep a hand on my Glock, even when I dream
Ain’t shit sweet, I done lived that drought
N***a schemin’ for a lick, better watch his mouth
Money in the mattress, hope in the trap
Lost too many n****s, I can’t go back
Say he my dog, but a snake in disguise
N***as all cap, I just see through the lies
If the feds hit the line, we ain’t talkin’ on the phone
Real n***a move in silence, always been alone
Pressure to survive, so a n***a can’t fold
Soul full of pain, but my wrist on froze

[pause]
[instrumental solo: dark synth + 808 slide]

[Chorus]
[energy up, layered vocals]
Pressure in the night, n***a, I don’t fold
Gold in my mouth, pain I never told
Snakes in the gra**, I just cut and reload
Grew up in the fire, n***a, that’s all I know
Back against the wall, vision in the smoke
Fake love close, real n****s go ghost
Trust no soul, keep my blicky close
N***a play slick, get turned to a ghost

[build up: hi-hats, siren FX]

[Verse 2]
[beat drops back, low vocal tone]
Bad B**ch on my line, she love a street n***a
Only roll with the real, keep the circle lil’ n***a
Money come fast, gotta count it twice
Every L that I took just taught me the price
N***as envy on the low, but I’m blessed with the sight
Seen a homie switch sides in the heat of the night
From Opa-locka down to South Beach lights
A real Miami n***a, I’m just built for the fight
They wanna see a n***a locked, wanna see me fall
But I’m ridin’ through the city, middle finger to the law
N***as wanna play, better know who to call
I been out here too long, I done seen it all
Young n***a hungry, chasing after a check
If a n***a try to run up, put the beam to his neck
Pressure bust pipes, but it made me a king
Now I’m flexin’ on these n****s, let my pinky ring bling

[pause]
[instrumental: pitched vocal chop, ambient FX]

[Bridge]
[vocalist: ghostly, layered adlibs]
Pressure, pressure, it’s a cold game n***a
In the field, in the dark, I became that n***a
Trust nobody, only trust my trigger
Real recognize real—can’t fake my n***a

[build up: reverse snares, tension]

[Chorus]
[full energy, choir backing]
Pressure in the night, n***a, I don’t fold
Gold in my mouth, pain I never told
Snakes in the gra**, I just cut and reload
Grew up in the fire, n***a, that’s all I know
Back against the wall, vision in the smoke
Fake love close, real n****s go ghost
Trust no soul, keep my blicky close
N***a play slick, get turned to a ghost

[drop]
[instrumental solo: Miami bounce, heavy ba**, police radio chatter FX]

[Outro]
[vocalist: distant, airy, echoed]
Pressure…
City on my back, I ain’t never let up
Lost too many n****s, but I’ma run this bread up
From the mud, from the struggle, n***a, that’s us
Pressure in the night, only real n****s up

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Ty James

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