“Crown of Smoke”

(Intro – low, spacey auto-tune, fading echo) Yeah… Young Money forever, huh Life a lighter, flick it once and watch it burn, yeah Uh… I talk to God in a whisper ‘cause He already know, ya dig? (Verse 1) I came from the ashes, my shoes still smell like the flame, Every loss was a lesson, now I spell “pain” with my name. Crown of smoke on my head, that’s the halo I claim, They say the higher you go, the more lonely the game. I’m on the ceiling of success, staring down at my fears, Told my soul I’d be loyal, she tattooed that on my tears. I turned my heart to a mirror just to face my career, Now every bar is a scar that the world finna hear. I got a Bible and a burner in the passenger seat, ‘Cause faith don’t always stop demons when they walk in the street. These diamonds talking in Morse code, they blink when I speak, My tongue sharper than swords though, I cut through the b**t. Money trees in my garden, still the roots in the hood, Even when I do bad, I make the sin look good. I told shorty, “Don’t fall in love, just fall asleep on my chest,” ‘Cause my heart’s a haunted house, ain’t no peace in my rest. (Chorus – melodic, auto-tune, layered vocals, reverb-heavy) I wear a crown made of smoke, yeah, I float when I c***e, Every breath is a quote, every word that I wrote. They said I’d fall off the boat, but I built me a moat, Now I’m the king of my pain — I just sail where I gloat. Crown made of smoke (yeah), watch it rise in the cold (yeah), Every flame that I hold, turns to diamonds and gold (yeah). I been broke, I been bold, I been stories untold, But I’m still in control, baby, crown made of smoke. (Verse 2 – faster flow, double-tracked vocals) See, I’m married to the grind, no divorce in the plan, My ring finger got callus from the mic in my hand. I put my past in a blender, sip mistakes when I can, Now my demons my investors, they just makin’ me grand. My shadow got its own swagger, walk beside me in Prada, I been drownin’ in success, now I’m allergic to drama. Got the coupe lookin’ holy, doors spread like nirvana, Paint drippin’ off the rims like Picasso in trauma. Every verse is a sermon, every bar is a blessing, I baptize my haters with the sound of progression. From the block to the charts, I made pain my profession, If rap was religion, I’d be leading confessions. They used to laugh at my dream, now I nap on a jet, My pillow stuffed with regrets, still the flight feelin’ set. I told my mama I’m fine, but my scars still in debt, Every smile is a mask, every deal is a bet. (Chorus – melodic, auto-tune, layered vocals, reverb-heavy) I wear a crown made of smoke, yeah, I float when I c***e, Every breath is a quote, every word that I wrote. They said I’d fall off the boat, but I built me a moat, Now I’m the king of my pain — I just sail where I gloat.