[Intro] (whispered) Green… Shhh… Don’t panic when the wind change… That ain’t smoke… That’s the roots talking. (Beat drops.) [Verse 1] Drop top… moon hanging low on the ride, Pressure in my roots, I don’t gotta choose a side. Whole city asleep while the leaves still alive, I can hear the dirt breathing every time I arrive. Windows halfway down, let the breeze translate, Every bar fertilize what they thought was fate. Demons hate mirrors, they don’t like they own face, Truth hit harder when it bloom outta grace. I don’t throw shade—I let the branches grow, Counterfeit flowers never make it through the snow. Best gas inside, I don’t flex what I know, The loud reach souls before the speakers even glow. They was chasing smoke, I was studying rain, Storm built roots, now the fruit know my name. Every loss compost for another campaign, Now the whole forest echo every time I explain. [Pre-Chorus] (half-whispered melody) Pull up with a switch that I made from the trees… Let that bit’ go like I’m planting every seed… Slide through the night, leave a garden in the streets… By the time they hear the truth… roots already ten feet deep… [Hook] (whisper) Drop top… Windows down… Let the loud float free… Every mile… Plant another dream… Drop top… Pressure made the leaves… Roots don’t lie… They just breathe… If they smell that loud… It ain’t coming from me… It’s the truth taking root… In everybody it reach… [Verse 2] Whole lotta whispers, whole lotta smoke, Everybody selling copies, I was building hope. Truth in the trunk, let the pressure unfold, Every season paid me back a hundredfold. I don’t beef with shadows—they disappear at dawn, Every fake branch snap when the storm come along. Knowledge hit different when the roots stay strong, Now the wind sing harmony every time I’m gone. Demons read captions—I read the soil instead, Every seed I planted waking something that was dead. Rain wrote the lesson every tear that I shed, Now the harvest talking louder than the words I said. Drop top rolling while the skyline glow, Leaves in the air like confetti in slow-mo. Every punchline bloom where the cold wind blow, Best gas always start where the deep roots grow. [Bridge] (soft melodic whisper) Shhh… Don’t chase the smoke… Become the pressure… Roots first… Everything else… Follow… [Final Hook] Drop top… Windows down… Let the loud float free… Every mile… Plant another dream… Drop top… Pressure made the leaves… Roots don’t lie… They just breathe… If they smell that loud… It ain’t coming from me… It’s the truth taking root… Till the whole world breathe… [Outro] (whispered) Green… The loud was never the smoke… It was always… The seed…
