Inspired by the tense introspective vibe of Mobb Deep’s Temperature's Rising. Our mans sitting low with mad empty bags of weed talking on that red corded phone—you can feel the stress and paranoia.
Outside the window, the sun’s setting on the city, with that cop car pulled up The pressure’s real, with the boys in blue staking out the hood. A critical tone in the song about the pressures of the streets and the rising tensions that come with living in them.
The balance of calm and chaos, the brotherhood, the fear of betrayal—it’s all in there, and the print’s tied to Mobb Deep's lyrics, letting you feel the realness of that moment. Temperature's Rising, but so is the tension and the hustle.
