Peer Pressure

Lyrics

[Intro - eerie synth pads, distant 808 rumble, pitched-up ad-libs "peer pressure... money talk"]
Yeah, uh, they pushin' that bag, feel me?

[Verse 1 - bouncy trap hi-hats, sliding 808s, laid-back auto-tuned flow, subtle ad-libs]
Crew in my ear, say get this bread or you lame,
Pull up in foreigns, but I'm ridin' the same Range,
They flexin' stacks, ice on wrist like it's frostbite,
I chase my peace, they chasin' likes every night.
Homies switched up, now they ghosts in the DM,
Talkin' 'bout millions, but stress got 'em bent,
I see the trap, fake smiles for the gram feed,
Peer pressure heavy, but my soul ain't for lease.

[Pre-Chorus - rising synth arpeggios, chopped vocal layers, tension build with snare rolls]
They say "stack it up, don't sleep on the play,"
But chains weigh you down when the high fade away,
Whispers in the whip, "Boy, you slippin' today,"
Money callin', but it sound like a grave.

[Chorus - massive 808 drop, rattling hi-hats, distorted auto-tune hooks, crowd chant ad-libs]
Peer pressure 'bout the money, yeah they pushin' me under,
Fake friends thunder, but I'm keepin' it one-der,
Bags on bags, but it feel like a blunder,
I ain't foldin' for the cash, stay solid like thunder.
Money talk, peer pressure walk,
They want me to ball, but I dodge like a hawk,
Peer pressure 'bout the money, uh, not me though,
I see through the smoke, keep my circle on low.

[Verse 2 - glitchy 808 slides, faster trap snares, double-time flow with echo ad-libs]
They plottin' on plots, say link with the plug,
Quick flip the work, live lavish no rug,
But I watched uncles fold, now they shells of they self,
Jail bids or graves, that's the hand they was dealt.
Girls switchin' sides for the drip and the shine,
Pressure mountin', got me questionin' mine,
I grind my way, no co-signs or scams,
They chase the illusion, I'm buildin' my plans.

[Bridge - stripped 808 pulse, minimal hi-hats, raw vulnerable auto-tune, vocal cracks for emotion]
Slow down, hear the voices in my head,
"Get rich or die," but I'd rather not dead,
Peer pressure creep, but I break from the herd,
Money ain't king if it leavin' you cursed.

[Outro - fading synth washes, echoing ad-libs "peer pressure... money... nah", slowing 808 decay]
Yeah, peer pressure 'bout the money, I see it clear,
Stay solid, no fear... uh, Keem style, out.