[Verse] Silent king in a velvet tomb, Crown of smoke in a dim-lit room. Diamonds drip like a slow decay, Every move I make, they all obey. No loud voice, just a glance, Heads bow low, no need to tense. Champagne pours like a prayer, But I don’t feel the weight of the air. [Pre-Chorus] They think it’s power, I know it’s just control, A cold flame that never loses its soul. I don’t shout—I just sit, And the whole damn world stops with a quick. [Chorus] I’m bossing up in a crowded booth, Silent, sharp, every move is proof. No crown, no flag—just a nod, a look, And the club obeys when I’m in the nook. I don’t need a war, I don’t need a name, I’m the calm in the storm, the ghost in the frame. Bossing up in a crowded booth— I’m the quiet storm, and the world’s in my tooth. [Verse] Smoke curls like a secret I keep, Every glance I cast, someone’s asleep. No music loud—just the beat in my chest, A king without throne, but I’ve always been blessed. They say rise, but I’m already high, Floating through lies, where the truth dies. My smile’s a weapon, my pause a war, And no one dares to ask me more. [Pre-Chorus] They think it’s power, I know it’s just control, A cold flame that never loses its soul. I don’t shout—I just sit, And the whole damn world stops with a quick. [Chorus] I’m bossing up in a crowded booth, Silent, sharp, every move is proof. No crown, no flag—just a nod, a look, And the club obeys when I’m in the nook. I don’t need a war, I don’t need a name, I’m the calm in the storm, the ghost in the frame. Bossing up in a crowded booth— I’m the quiet storm, and the world’s in my tooth. [Bridge] No blood, no fight, no flash in the sky, Just the look in my eyes—still, and they die. They build their empires, I don’t need bricks, I’m the shadow that’s always in the thick. I don’t lead—just exist, And the world rearranges, but I never insist. [Chorus] I’m bossing up in a crowded booth, Silent, sharp, every move is proof. No crown, no flag—just a nod, a look, And the club obeys when I’m in the nook. I don’t need a war, I don’t need a name, I’m the calm in the storm, the ghost in the frame. Bossing up in a crowded booth— I’m the quiet storm, and the world’s in my tooth. [Outro] No crown, no war—just the beat in my throat, A nameless king, and no need for proof. I’m bossing up in a crowded booth… And the world—just stops, and it knows.