[INTRO — muted rotors, radio hiss] Static in the headset, night lit by the HUD Patience on the sticks, whole map read like blood I don’t rush the moment, I let timing talk Every move deliberate, every win my fault ⸻ [VERSE 1] I don’t chase noise, I play lanes Angles tight, I don’t miss frames Warm hands, cold reads Whole lobby move how I say Killstreak build quiet, no flex Thumbs steady, low breath They don’t see the setup Only see what’s left I’m not loud with it I’m exact Every push got math Every loss got mapped No luck in the system Just hours stacked Earned airspace That’s fact ⸻ [PRE-CHORUS — beat thins, bass hum] Red dots fade, sky go still You feel that pause? That’s skill ⸻ [CHORUS — restrained, hypnotic] Chopper gunner overhead I don’t celebrate, I execute instead Streaks don’t come from hope or chatter They come when nothing else matters ⸻ [VERSE 2 — slightly looser pocket] Same discipline when the charts move Candles talk, I let them prove No panic hands, I scale in slow Exit clean, let profits grow Wins compound, losses teach Same mindset, different screen I don’t gamble dopamine I stack control, I stack routines They chase clips, I chase repeat Consistency my killstreak When it clicks, it’s quiet That’s when I know I’m elite ⸻ [PRE-CHORUS 2 — glitch cuts] Connection strong, no delay If you lag, that’s on your play ⸻ [CHORUS — fuller, wider] Chopper gunner in the sky I don’t look up, I just fly Earned this run, earned this sight Calm hands, controlled fight ⸻ [BRIDGE — half-time, minimal] No taunts, no threats Just results That’s the flex ⸻ [FINAL CHORUS — victorious but restrained] Airspace mine, screens go red Didn’t rush it, I waited instead If you hear the rotors now That means I already won the round ⸻ [OUTRO — rotors fade, one last bass hit] Skill talks Static clears Mission complete
