[Intro]
Yeah, Mark, the trap king,
Cooking in the low,
Got that flavor, oh, let it flow.
[Verse 1]
Mark is a trap queen, trapped in the scene,
Whipping up dreams, in kitchens unseen.
Dope on the stove, rhythm in the heat,
Thots in the crockpot, let that flavor meet.
Fried up desires, simmering slow,
Flavors collide, watch the magic grow.
Fly ass hoes buzzing like bees in spring,
Nature's sweet nectar, got me lost in the fling.
[Pre-Chorus]
In the pulse of the night, we rise and create,
Bass thumping heavy, never hesitate.
Gospel in the air, echoes of our past,
Every note we hit, got that freedom amassed.
[Chorus]
Mark, the trap queen, king of the scene,
Cooking up dreams, living like a dream.
Bass drops low, with a choir in flight,
We’ll thrive in this rhythm, come alive in the night.
[Verse 2]
Stick to the plan, a lyrical dance,
Fiddle in the back, giving chance after chance.
Wordplay sharp like a blade on the riff,
We’re spinning this story, let the gospel uplift.
Like a sycamore tree, broad and tall,
I’m casting my shade, it's a free for all.
Sap on your skin, feel the sweet embrace,
In this trap kitchen, we're finding our place.
[Bridge]
Heartbeats sync with every note we play,
Life’s a melody, come what may.
Mark lifting dreams, stirring up the pot,
In this soup kitchen, give it all we’ve got.
[Chorus]
Mark, the trap queen, king of the scene,
Cooking up dreams, living like a dream.
Bass drops low, with a choir in flight,
We’ll thrive in this rhythm, come alive in the night.
[Outro]
Yeah, from soup kitchens to the vibrant streets,
Mark’s legacy lives on with every beat.
Fly high, trap queen, let your spirit be free,
In this endless rhythm, just you and me.
