Intro
Yeah…
Aight, turn the beat up.
Let me cook for a minute.
Hook
I’m in the kitchen, turn the heat up,
They talk from the sidelines, but they never step up.
All that barking online, but when it’s time they freeze up,
If you really want smoke, then step into the heat, huh.
I’m not chasing drama, I’m chasing my money,
Good nights, good vibes, I don’t need the fake company.
They throw little stones, but I’m built for the pressure,
Say what you want—just remember who controls the flame.
Verse 1
People started moving strange,
Funny how the room switch when the money start to change.
Same ones at my table yesterday, now they act brand new,
When the spotlight hit my face, they don’t know what to do.
They been wearing my patience thin,
Got my nerves on a wire, got my jaw locked in.
Like you burning through the pages of my life too fast,
But I’m built for the smoke, I don’t fold, I don’t crash.
I could bite,
But I’d rather write.
Turn the pressure into verses, let the ink ignite.
I’m not pretending my scars define me—
Nah, I built myself from the ashes they left behind me.
Pre-Hook
Couldn’t stop me if you tried,
I said what I said and I stand on mine.
No excuses, no lies,
I’m the spark and the flame they can’t deny.
Hook
I’m in the kitchen, turn the heat up,
They talk from the sidelines, but they never step up.
All that barking online, but when it’s time they freeze up,
If you really want smoke, then step into the heat, huh.
I leave these beats fried when I lay these lines,
Got them blinking like the stove just caught fire this time.
I don’t need to prove it, I just walk in and shine,
You can watch from the edge while I take what’s mine.
Verse 2
Try me, and you’ll see your confidence crack,
I don’t need a fist when my words hit back.
Sharp enough to cut through the silence in the room,
I can shift the whole crowd with the shape of a tune.
Now he’s fanning himself like,
“Damn, she’s fine.”
I know.
You don’t have to tell me what the mirror already shows.
I’m a problem with a polished edge,
A little wildfire wrapped in a steady hand.
Don’t mistake kindness for weakness,
I’ll let you talk, then turn your flex into a lesson.
Bridge
Hold up, let it breathe,
I don’t need to raise my voice to make the room lean.
One step, one glance, and the whole vibe shifts,
Then I slide right back in like this.
Final Hook
I’m in the kitchen, turn the heat up,
They talk from the sidelines, but they never step up.
All that barking online, but when it’s time they freeze up,
If you really want smoke, then step into the heat, huh.
I leave these beats fried when I lay these lines,
Got them blinking like the stove just caught fire this time.
I don’t need to prove it, I just walk in and shine,
You can watch from the edge while I take what’s mine.
Outro
Lost like Nemo,
No free throws when you aim at me though.
If you step up, better bring your best,
Shoot your shot clean—or miss and let it go.
