Steel To Skyline

Pressure on my neck,

I turn it into speed (yeah)

Ain’t no fold in my frame,

it’s momentum

I feed (uh) Hands on the wheel,

I don’t wait for a sign We take the weight and make

it work overtime (uh)

Bench-press the bad days,

plates on my chest Still breathe steady,

never fold under stress I count every doubt as a brick in

the stack Turn the heat into fuel,

then I double it back They want me to break— I just

tighten the grip Make a rung out the fall,

then I take me a step

Pressure make diamonds— mine spin in the light No pause,

no plead, I’m prepared for the fight If the room get cold,

I don’t beg for a coat I strike one match and I

blaze up the road Pressure on my neck,

I turn it into speed

(we go) Ain’t no fold in my frame,

it’s momentum I feed

(no fold) Hands on the wheel,

I don’t wait for a sign

(yeah) We take the weight and make it work overtime

I was built in the weather where hope get tested So I

talk to the pressure like “keep it present” Every setback came gift-wrapped

as a lesson I unwrap it,

then snap it to a new direction They want a kneel— I

stand tall, no bend

Head down working, let the scoreboard send If the block feel heavy,

I make it my gym Then I jog through the doubt till

my lungs don’t win

Pressure on my neck,

I turn it into speed

(keep going) Ain’t no fold in my frame,

it’s momentum I feed

(no fold) Hands on the wheel,

I don’t wait for a sign (uh)

We take the weight and make it work overtime

No backing down— I don’t negotiate (uh-uh) When the walls close in,

I accelerate (yeah)

They call it pressure— I call it a lane Put my name

in the concrete, let it set in

the rain

Pressure on my neck,

I turn it into speed (we go) Ain’t no fold in my

frame, it’s momentum I feed (no fold) Hands on the wheel,

I don’t wait for a sign (yeah) We take the weight and

make it work overtime (ah)