[Intro] (A single church bell echoes through the underworld. Vinyl crackle. A deep organ chord swells beneath an earth-shaking 808. A lighter flick... long inhale... slow exhale.) (Deep, gravelly, slurred): Y'all keep running... motherfuckers... I'm already here... Kings don't chase the crown... The crown comes to them... Ha... Roll that loud... --- [Verse 1] Black marble kingdom, purple smoke floating through the air, Whole damn city's wide awake, but shit, I don't even care. Every empire falls eventually, every legend fades away, I'm just rolling up another blunt, watching history obey. Penthouse over Hell, got the skyline in my sight, Watching little dreams burn slow underneath the neon light. They keep chasing clocks while I own every second they waste, Every shortcut they take leaves another soul to trace. I ain't gotta yell, bitch, my silence speaks enough, Everybody knows the Trap Lord when the bass gets rough. The fire don't scare me... it's the view from my throne, Forever built this kingdom... now forever feels like home. (Ad-lib): Burn another one... FHUC IT! --- [Pre-Chorus] Slow wins every time... Pressure makes the diamond shine. They panic... I recline. The whole damn world's on my timeline. --- [Chorus] I'm the King of the Slow Burn... Never had to run for the crown I earned. Purple smoke rising while the whole damn world turns. Every lesson comes too late... that's the way they learn. Trap Lord of the Underworld... sitting where the fire burns. Roll another goddamn blunt... I'm the King of the Slow Burn! Goddamn right! --- [Verse 2] Gold rings catching fire from the lava down below, Every step I take got the whole damn kingdom moving slow. Hell's Happy Hour jumping, Devil's Dispensary packed, Ashes in the ashtray while another contract gets stacked. Low & Loaded parked outside, chrome glowing in the flame, Everybody hears the bass before they ever hear my name. Demons raising glasses every time I pass by, They know I built an empire that money couldn't buy. Business booming twenty-four forever, ain't no closing time, Every century another verse, every beat another rhyme. I ain't rich from dollars... motherfucker, I got time. That's the one thing every king wishes they could buy. (Low laugh): Too late... --- [Bridge] (The drums fall away, leaving only a deep sub-bass, choir, and distant thunder.) Hear that...? That's eternity... breathing. Hear the smoke...? That's another dream fading into the night. Y'all call it the end... I call it another fuckin' evening. (Whisper) Long live the king... --- [Final Chorus] I'm the King of the Slow Burn... Every blunt burns longer while the bass shakes the Earth. Purple smoke drifting like a royal parade, Every wrong turn somebody made put another brick in my place. Trap Lord of the Underworld... I ain't leaving this throne. Everybody dies someday... Hell already feels like home. Turn the speakers louder, let the whole damn kingdom learn... FHUC IT! Bow your heads... I'm the King of the Slow Burn. --- [Outro] (The organ fades into a low rumble. One final 808 lands like a collapsing mountain.) (Deep, gravelly whisper): No rush... No fear... No ending... Just another blunt... ...and another forever. (A slow, distorted laugh echoes through the underworld as the bass fades into silence.)
