[Intro] (Room tone… a lighter flicks… bass rumble.) "Noah got that gas." (808 detonates.) [Hook] Lackin’ in the lounge? Better tighten your stance, I move like the wind, they was stuck in a trance. Pressure in the room, now the whole spot glance, One wrong move, turn your luck to a chance. Roots run deep, I don’t flex, I advance, Smoke write stories while they stuck on a rant. Whole team eat, every seed got a plan, Green don’t panic—I just grow where I stand. [Verse 1] Walked in calm, let the pressure introduce me, Everybody loud, but the roots never fool me. Leaf on the chain, that’s a crown, not jewelry, Planting every move like the dirt still knew me. Too many actors, they rehearsing they courage, I’m building forests while they trapped in the surface. Talk about pressure? I survived every furnace, Now my smoke leave wisdom floating with a purpose. I don’t chase hype, I let legends arrive, Dead soil wake up every time I survive. Eyes on Green like they studying vines, Whole room froze when they noticed the vibe. They was lackin’ in the lounge, caught sleeping on growth, I was sharpening roots while they polished they jokes. Never touched panic, I just tightened the cloak, Now the loud speak fluent every time that I smoke. [Hook] Lackin’ in the lounge? Better tighten your stance, I move like the wind, they was stuck in a trance. Pressure in the room, now the whole spot glance, One wrong move, turn your luck to a chance. Roots run deep, I don’t flex, I advance, Smoke write stories while they stuck on a rant. Whole team eat, every seed got a plan, Green don’t panic—I just grow where I stand. [Verse 2] Foot on the floor, every step cultivate, I don’t need luck—I negotiate fate. Garden full of wolves still protecting the gate, They was showing they hand, I was changing the play. Whole atmosphere smelling heavy with dreams, Nothing artificial, everything organic Green. My circle stay solid, every branch stay clean, Pressure make diamonds—I was raised in between. Can’t copy the roots if you skipped every season, Can’t harvest fruit if you buried the reason. Every scar watered something worth believing, Now the whole world breathe every word that I’m speaking. Still ten toes when the lights get dim, Still move silent when the odds look slim. If they ever catch Green in the lounge again, Better know I walked in… and I walked out with the win. [Outro] (808 fading… leaves rustling…) Green. Still carrying the pressure.
