[Intro — dry spoken, beat half-muted] Yeah No cushion No soft landing Just pressure and math [Hook — spoken chant, short lines, beat locked] No cushion, all grip No favors, all risk Chest tight, jaw set Pressure hit, I don’t dip No cushion, all grip No favors, all risk Chest tight, jaw set Pressure hit, I don’t dip [Verse 1 — fast readable cadence, punchline swing] Card said no at the pump, I laughed low That type of broke make a man talk flat, though Quarter-stack counting by the dryer heat One bad month put knives in the calendar week Everybody coach when the bill ain’t theirs Everybody brave from a padded chair I had late fees stacked like stairs Still came up breathing that warehouse air No pose, no rented chain No fake ice numbing a real-life strain I know hunger by its government name I know pride don’t cover a service claim Had to make five stretch through ten Had to lose sleep, then report by ten Had to hear “just chill” from comfortable men Like comfort don’t change how the panic bends I don’t want sorry, I want traction I don’t want talk, I want action Had my back on a cracked foundation Still turned stress into calibration They saw me low and assumed I was done I saw the hole and built rungs I don’t bark just to sound like one But don’t test pain when it raised that son [Hook — harder, clipped doubles on last word] No cushion, all grip No favors, all risk Chest tight, jaw set Pressure hit, I don’t dip No cushion, all grip No favors, all risk Chest tight, jaw set Pressure hit, I don’t dip [Verse 2 — denser, colder, more controlled] I had hope with a dent in it Had faith with a debt limit Had plans with a red figure Still kept pulse in the dead winter Seen help come wrapped in a lecture Seen love keep score on a gesture Seen loud ones fold under pressure So I built quiet like a weapon Not street-fiction, this is sink-or-stand This is bad math in a working hand This is no call when the tire lands This is one chance with a shaking plan I ain’t flexing, I’m reporting live From the part where a man don’t die From the part where the fear still ride But the face stay stone outside They want pain with a pretty frame Want comeback with a catchy name Nah, this came with a stomach flame And a whole lot changed that I can’t explain I got less trust, more aim now Less noise, more flame now Less shame, more plain now Same name, new lane now Pressure made rules I obeyed Pressure made cuts I replayed Pressure made me count every day Now I don’t bend when it lean my way [Breakdown — beat cuts, low voice, no melody] No cushion Still up No safety Still tough No sponsor Still paid No promise Still made [Final Hook — chant, drums hit harder] No cushion, all grip No favors, all risk Chest tight, jaw set Pressure hit, I don’t dip No cushion, all grip No favors, all risk Chest tight, jaw set Pressure hit, I don’t dip [Outro — spoken, beat drops] No soft landing So I learned how to land hard
