Fit for a Kingpin

[Verse]
Got the ice on my wrist, glacier in my zone,
Deep up in the trap, this a kingdom no throne,
Gotta stack the paper, skyscraper grown,
On top of the hustle, like I hold Jerusalem’s stone.
[Verse 2]
Cooking up the heat, got the stove on high,
Promise to the streets, never say goodbye,
Flossing on ‘em haters, golden mask no lie,
Cashing out daily, jet fast, I fly.
[Chorus]
Living life lavish, royal in the scene,
Trap house palace, where I reign supreme,
Dripping in finesse, forever pristine,
Crown on my head, running through the dream.
[Verse 3]
Night shift, day shift, never catching sleep,
Money on my mind, treasure chest deep,
Moves strategic, Slim caught a peep,
All about the digits, crypto we reap.
[Verse 4]
Racks in the mattress, hidden never shown,
Fiends at the door, like a boss I loan,
Empire rising, from the streets grown,
Seats in the Benz, feeling homegrown.
[Bridge]
In the darkness, counting all the bread,
Enemies plot, but I’m light years ahead,
Fake love, real snakes, easy to mislead,
But a kingpin’s wisdom ensures they bleed.