SplashyRadio

Same old pressure, new face

Money feel close, then fades

Fuck the haters, keep space

Slay one doubt, leave grace

I keep circling the same hard truth

New plan clean, old pain still proof

Can't outrun what you never face

Same bad turn in a nicer place

Black Porsche dream on a broke night

Funny how want make hope bite

I don't flex what I don't own

Still walk in like I came grown

Same old pressure, new face

Money feel close, then fades

Fuck the haters, keep space

Slay one doubt, leave grace

Same old pressure, new face

Money feel close, then fades

Fuck the haters, keep space

Slay one doubt, leave grace

I got good at leaving doors cracked

Call it choice when it's fear dressed black

Half my life got left on maybe

That shit haunt me, but it don't break me

Friends move on, I can't be mad

Everybody choosing what they had

I chose fire with no map near

Warm hands, burned plans, clear

Some nights feel like a courtroom bench

Me versus me, same evidence

Look at my wins like they came too small

Still they came, that's the point of all

I don't need lies with a shiny trim

Truth got range when the room gets dim

My mouth sharp, but my aim stay fair

Talk that shit, then I leave it there

Same old pressure, new face

Money feel close, then fades

Fuck the haters, keep space

Slay one doubt, leave grace

Patience sound nice till the bills swing first

Hope taste dry when the luck feel cursed

I keep showing with a cracked-up grin

Like damn, we doing this again

No grand speech, no cape, no choir

Just one more match near a cold old fire

If I fall short, I don't fake blame

I take notes, then I change aim

Same old pressure, new face

Money feel close, then fades

Fuck the haters, keep space

Slay one doubt, leave grace

Same old pressure, new face

Money feel close, then fades

Fuck the haters, keep space

Slay one doubt, leave grace

I learned hunger don't always roar

Sometimes it knock, then pace the floor

Pride get heavy when the proof stay light

Still I stand there, back half-right

I seen simple things outrun clever

Made me cut more, talk less better

Let them laugh from a safe little lane

I bet on scars, not a clean little name

Same old pressure, new face

Money feel close, then fades

Fuck the haters, keep space

Slay one doubt, leave grace

Same old pressure, new face

Money feel close, then fades

Fuck the haters, keep space

Slay one doubt, leave grace