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Iron Coast - Long Glass Table

No soft energy. No background noise. Just music that keeps you locked in and moving forward. Fit Me Sound is for those who train with intent, not excuses. When the weight feels heavy and the pace gets real, the sound stays strong. Built for the gym. Built for focus. Built to push. [Intro] Big stones Big step Came from stress Now it’s private jets (yeah) [Verse 1] Used to stash bands in a busted mattress Now it’s metal cards, black, sliding out the plastic Marble in the hall where the roaches ran Penthouse view where we drew up plans Whole block know when we park, it’s foreign Neck so bright, make the night feel morning Whip two-tone, same shade as the brick Still keep a tool, still move like I’m sick [Chorus] Penthouse from the projects, I remember that rain Now it’s gold on my fingers, diamonds dragging my chain All this street on my conscience, all this cash on my brain If it ain’t about profit I don’t hear a thing Penthouse from the projects, I remember that rain [Verse 2] Big boy plates at the long glass table Used to split crumbs, now we split up labels Shoebox stash turned to offshore numbers Still hear sirens when I try to slumber [low vocal register] Loyalty rare, keep the circle tight Got rich but I still see the blue and red lights Trap phone buzzing in a five-star suite Whole past on my back, whole future at my feet [Chorus] [Bridge] Still ride through the block, windows half-raised Kids point at the car like it’s last days They see the chain, don’t see the pain in it They see the watch, not the time we spent in it [whispered vocals] From the alley to the gate with a code Same soul New zip code [Chorus] Now it’s private jets (yeah) [Verse 1] Used to stash bands in a busted mattress Now it’s metal cards, black, sliding out the plastic Marble in the hall where the roaches ran Penthouse view where we drew up plans Whole block know when we park, it’s foreign Neck so bright, make the night feel morning Whip two-tone, same shade as the brick Still keep a tool, still move like I’m sick [Chorus] Penthouse from the projects, I remember that rain Now it’s gold on my fingers, diamonds dragging my chain All this street on my conscience, all this cash on my brain If it ain’t about profit I don’t hear a thing Penthouse from the projects, I remember that rain [Verse 2] Big boy plates at the long glass table Used to split crumbs, now we split up labels Shoebox stash turned to offshore numbers Still hear sirens when I try to slumber [low vocal register] Loyalty rare, keep the circle tight Got rich but I still see the blue and red lights [Intro] Yeah [Verse 1] Chrome on the curb, doors up, engine humming Shorty in the front, hair laid, money running Wrist like a fridge, everything in here frozen Judge said “trouble,” but the streets said “chosen” Big bag, rubber band, tuck it in the seat Cousin in the alley doing numbers every week Mama pray heavy, says she hate how I’m living But she love how I pull up, pay the bills in a minute [Chorus] Platinum in my pocket, diamonds on my neck Came up out the gutter, turned the hunger to a check Tires leave a mural every time I flex Rich thug living, now they pay me for respect Platinum in my pocket, diamonds on my neck All this heavy pressure turned to ice on my chest If it ain’t about the profit, send it in a text Rich thug living, now they pay me for respect [Verse 2] Block talk, whispers when I slide by slowly Used to share shoes, now the whole team cozy (woah) Chain so loud, every link still yelling Count so long, both hands start swelling Gang with me deep, that’s a walking bank vault Every scar on my face came from their fault Penthouse view, but my heart on the corner Still stash racks in the same old drawer [Bridge] I remember Sleeping on the floor, heat off, dead winter Now the safe got a safe in it, go figure Still hear sirens when the champagne fizz Still see chalk lines when I close my lids [low vocal register] So I [Chorus]