[Intro] Click, click—count it in, I brought the pressure Velvet on the collar, iron in the gesture Talk real slick, but your proof look rented I walk in calm, leave the whole room dented [Verse 1] Gold on the table, dust on the ledger Cold little smile, I'm a bad-news messenger Keys play warm while the floorboards buckle 808 clipped like a fist through a knuckle You want a throne? Better pay for the staircase I want the room when they freeze at the entrance Laugh at the rumor, then cash the attention Every cheap shot turns premium tension [Pre-Chorus] Hear that tick? That's the deal getting closer Hear that hiss? That's the mask coming off I don't bluff, I just raise the exposure One more word and the whole thing goes off [Chorus] Pure trap opulence, silk over sirens Big bad appetite, all of it vibrant Talk like a king, get corrected in public I came with the thunder, the budget, the subject [Verse 2] Breath in the mic, then I split the sentence Three voices grin from the back of the entrance One says “run,” one says “stay,” one says “pay me” I say “pick a lane,” then the lane gets crazy Static in the chandelier, sparks in the drapery Old-school pressure with a brand-new battery You brought a rumor, I brought an arena Your whole little flex needs a bigger subpoena [Halftime Bridge] Slow down—let the weight speak Low ground—hear the floor creak No crown—just a cold seat One sound—make the walls leak I keep the calm in the center of chaos Black tie grin while the bassline claws us Say my name with a mouth full of caution I turn your applause into proof of exhaustion [Chorus] Pure trap opulence, silk over sirens Big bad appetite, all of it vibrant Talk like a king, get corrected in public I came with the thunder, the budget, the subject [Finale] Now count fast, let the glass hats scatter Redline heart, make the whole room matter Soul keys swing while the steel teeth chatter I don't chase the crown—I decide what it gathers Ad-lib: ha—too easy, better bring a witness Ad-lib: hush—your big speech lost its business Ad-lib: look—every bright stone came with a sentence Ad-lib: move—I'm allergic to timid intentions [Final Chorus] Pure trap opulence, silk over sirens Big bad appetite, all of it vibrant Talk like a king, get corrected in public I came with the thunder, the budget, the subject [Outro] Click, click—lights out, leave the sign burning Static fades, but the lesson keeps turning Warm keys hum where the last words landed Opulence—raw, loud, fully commanded
