WALK ON MY HEAT

--- **_“Throne Talk”_** Sicker than your average—nah, I'm plague with the pen,   Move like a phantom, ain't no snakes in my den.   Cut fake friends off, let the deadweight fall,   Real ones rare, I don’t answer fake calls.   My storm ain’t for the weak, let the timid retreat,   Only *she* who stands firm gon’ walk with my heat.   She ride through the chaos, steady and grown,   Only then she earn the right to sit on this throne.   I bleed for my fam, go to war with the pride,   But cross that red line? That’s the switch on the side.   I been behind bars, seen the steel and the cold,   Ain’t scared of that cage—I already broke the mold.   Every scar’s scripture, every pain is a verse,   Turn the struggle to a gift and the curse to a purse.   Name ring in the streets, not for clout but respect,   I don’t flex for the gram, I invest in my rep.   They talk loud, but I walk it in silence,   Real kings don’t bark, we deliver with violence.   But peace is the goal, loyalty the code,   I just don't fold—I'm the storm on the road.   ---