[Intro] (breathy, low)
Yeah... listen close
Corner light flickers, rain on the pavement
This is for the ones who learn the language of silence (uh)
[Verse 1] (controlled, deliberate)
I tap three fingers on the mahogany — signature move
Night market deals: wallets, whispers, reasons to prove
Cigar smoke curls like memories of a Sunday stew
Mama's hand passing plates while I kept watch like a crew
Neon halo on the barber's chair where my brother sat still
One wrong ledger, one wrong look — winter in the grill
Paper, power, powder — pockets pulse like metronomes
Ledger under lock, the city hums through broken phones
Corner deal at two AM — little Carlo with the bag
He counts the bills, I count the cost, there's luggage in the jag
We trade favors for futures, fingerprints on holy vows
But loyalty frays when the creditors write down the rows
(Ad-lib: yeah, yeah)
[Pre-Chorus] (breathy, building)
Silent signals in the streets, I move like chess in coats
Whispers settle on the stoop, take note — take notes
[Chorus] (chantable, punchy)
Boss moves — silent steps, heavy coffers (uh)
Boss moves — hush the town, tally offers (yeah)
Boss moves — we collect and we suffer (heavy)
Boss moves — names in ash, quiet coffers
[Verse 2] (aggressive, fast-tongued)
Watch me balance books like acrobatics on a wire
Multisyllable ministry: ledger, pressure measured by fire
Enemies line up like taxis, but I tip the driver last
They want heart, I front armor — present tense, not past
Signature handshake — thumbprint in the old safe
A photograph, a burnt bridge, a scar that won't erase
I bought peace with promises, sold silence with a smile
Paid for funerals, paid for favors, walked miles in tile
Internal rhyme: paper, paper — taper, vapor, caper
I move weight in warmth and winter — navigator, porter
Family dinners with empty chairs and extra plates (breathy)
I keep the list, I bend the law; I settle debts, I break gates
(Ad-lib: settle up, settle up)
[Chorus — Variant] (louder, with consequence)
Boss moves — silent steps, heavy coffers (count 'em)
Boss moves — hush the town, tally offers (don't flinch)
Boss moves — we collect and we suffer, someone pays in coffers
Boss moves — I lost names to the ledger, turned gold to coffers
[Bridge] (vulnerable, reflective)
Sometimes I hear my mother's lullaby in shells and sirens
A child in the window counting stars while menace tightens
I made a promise to protect, somewhere that promise bled
I signed contracts in my sleep, I woke up with a lead
I see my reflection in the chrome — corners of a crown
Smile's a practiced motion; real tears don't make a sound
Burned a bridge to block a trail, watched childhood smoke away
Loyalty tested on a Sunday: who stayed? who paid?
(Ad-lib: who stayed? who paid?)
[Verse 3 — Final Twist] (urgent, storytelling)
There was a night I stood on the roof, with a photograph and rain
Brother's face, a missing sentence, blood that wasn't mine to stain
I could've folded, I could've run, but the city had my
