----------------------------- © 2026 xburgermanx --------------------------------- Yeah… High altitude… Cold nights, city frost in the air Breath smoke rising like a silent prayer Started in the basement, nobody cared Now the skyline glowing when the jet wheels flare Pulled up blacked out, engine growl low Security part like curtains at a show Whole squad ten deep, moving real slow We don’t talk much, let the bankroll show Ice hit light refract that beam Chains too loud, that’s surround sound gleam Way too big for the old routine Now it’s front page spreads and a sold-out scene Yeah It’s pressure Two a.m. flights, no sleep mode Touch down fresh, still beast mode Came from cold floors, zero below Now the whole globe feel our glow All in too deep no retreat Play for keeps don’t play us weak Whole team rise when the bassline peak Top floor views every time we speak All in too deep locked in tight Cold nights turned to diamond light When the drums cut out, feel that heat Play for keeps don’t play us weak Look I was down low, ground floor, counting loose change Now it’s boardrooms, contracts, new range Silence when I walk in, mood change Calculated moves, no loose aim Switch pace quick step, cut clean Backspin flow, that’s precision routine Punchline drop, breathe, then lean Then accelerate triple time machine Running that cadence, snapping the rhythm Breaking the pocket, then stacking and flipping Pause Then attack with a different division 808 glide underneath that tension Stereo synth with the phase extension Rear channel ad-libs, height dimension Whole Atmos field in full suspension Built this pressure from nothing but grit Now the room shake when the bassline hit If we aiming high, we never miss Whole world watching remember this All in too deep no retreat Play for keeps don’t play us weak Whole team rise when the bassline peak Top floor views every time we speak Zero below… Now we froze the globe… Altitude pressure…
