[Intro] [vinyl crackle, record scratch] [heavy drum break enters with melodic bassline] Feel the weight on this one Hey yo, slow dragon, heavy as lead Cold blood, the heart stays warm, facts [Verse 1] [male rap vocals] They thought they could break me in those freezing Danish systems But my mind operates on a whole different frequency From the heights to the cold nights Hey yo, drop the needle, let it flow in the dark Let's go, in the cold, no mother, no father to hold my hand Orphanage to foster homes, shackled by the laws Of a foreign land, Denmark was gray man Never felt like my truth don't match Abused behind closed doors, they hit me But I absorbed the pain, met evil in every shape Devils with the cleanest smiles No manual for this life, just survival across the miles [Chorus] [female melodic vocals enter] They left me with scars, tried to suffocate my inner glow But I kept my record clean, watched my childhood die slow No dirt in the past, no blood on my fingertips here Watched the whole circus in slow motion, conquering the fear Until it clicked inside my skull, the patterns aligned The trauma turned to numbers, the system's glitch was redefined I stared into the chaos and calculated the escape Washington Heights in my veins, changing my own shape [Verse 2] [male rap vocals] Hey yo, abandoned man, but my heart stays pristine From the foster homes to the Bitcoin millions You know what I mean, facts No manual, no parents, just mathematics and raw grit Heights in my DNA, you can't touch the soul I lit Fully independent now, no social strings to hold me down Cracked the code in the dark while their world burned down [Bridge] [record scratching, synth pads swell] Pattern recognition on a cosmic tier While they were getting wasted, I was plotting out my frontier Mathematical genius on the algorithms inside the head Dug deep into the blockchain, moving blocks, sealing my own fate Mining Bitcoin in the shadow, digital gold in the cold palm Built my empire from scratch, kept my composure and stayed calm [Outro] [drums fade, vinyl crackle remains] From a broken little girl to the crypto queen on a throne Washington Heights blood pumping, completely locked into my own zone Ice cold independence, no state, no fake friends in my sight The more evil that I witnessed, the better those numbers came out right Facts, hey yo, abandoned man, but my heart stays pristine From the foster homes to the Bitcoin millions You know what I mean, facts.
