305 Pressure

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Intro

Yeah... 305 pressure... feel this...

Verse 1

Sweat on the back of my neck at 3 AM, Liberty City lights flickering like they dying Corner store run for the Backwoods and the juice, hear the choppas singing lullabies again Abuela praying in Spanish on the porch, rosary beads clicking while the news talk violence I-95 traffic humming like a bad dream, 954 plates mixing with the Dade county sirens Shorty left a note on the fridge, "don't come home late," but the block calling my name Zips in the backpack, dreams in the safe, trying to flip this pain into something that pay Heat so thick you can chew it, humidity choking like the system we in Youngin' on the corner with the same eyes I had, I see me in him

Chorus

Pressure in the 305, can't breathe but we survive On God, we gon' rise, 954 to Dade we hold the line Pressure in the 305, lost another one tonight But the dream don't die, South Florida we fight Yeah, pressure... 305 pressure... we fight

Verse 2

Lost my dog to a stray bullet last June, Opa Locka sky turned red that night We was just laughing 'bout old times at the park, now his mama screaming at the gravesite Pops in the pen for some shit he ain't do, mama working doubles just to keep the lights I sit on the stoop with the .40 in my waist, wondering if today the streets take my life Shorties out here selling dreams for a zip, I swear I seen the same cycle since I was a jit Heart heavy like the bricks in the backpack, but I smile for the gram like it's all good shit Pain in my chest like the humidity, can't shake it, can't fake it, this the real me

Chorus

Verse 3

Whole city built on broken backs and false promises, politicians smiling while the hood get devoured Hurricanes come every year like clockwork, wash away the pain but the scars stay powered Liberty City to Broward line, same story in every zip code, same towers They call it progress while we dodging the reaper, same corners, same dealers, same hours 954 kids dreaming 'bout Wynwood lights, but the bus stop still got yellow tape flowers System got us in a chokehold, smiling while it squeeze, we just tryna breathe for a couple more hours

Verse 4

Remember when the block was quiet 'fore the choppas came, now it's sirens every other night Abuela still cooking rice and beans like nothing changed, but her eyes tell a different type I seen a shorty graduate then catch a case, same week, same street, same life Pompano to Overtown, the pattern don't break, it's the same script with different lights Heat index 105, sweat mixing with tears, corner store owner know my whole life He said "kid, you either get out or get got," I nodded, knowing both paths feel right

Verse 5

So I write these bars in the garage like a prayer, old beat machine humming in the background Dream bigger than the block but I carry the pain, every scar got a story that the world need now One day I'ma make it out, take the whole crew with me, turn this pressure to power somehow 305 raised me, 954 shaped me, South Florida forever in my veins, no doubt We fight, we grind, we survive, on God we rise The dream don't die... the dream don't die...

Chorus

Outro

Pressure... 305 pressure... we still here... on God...

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