[Verse] Smoke curls up, kitchen’s a battlefield, Grandma’s pots banging, flavor concealed, Stirring pots, stories sharp like a knife, Every word cuts deep, thick slice of life. Old stove blazing, like the street we roam, Recipes burned into my backbone, Concrete jungle, but here’s the safe zone, In her kitchen, I claim my throne. [Pre-Chorus] Hear the sizzle, feel the heat, History drips from every beat, No retreat, this is the seat, Where legends rise and pain meets. [Chorus] Smoke-filled kitchen, stories ignite, Grandma’s fire burning through the night, Count every scar, every scar’s light, We fight, no fright, we own the fight. Smoke-filled kitchen, where legends breathe, Thrown punches, tales you better believe, From the embers, we never leave, In this fire, we’re born and we weave. [Verse] Hands move fast, like the city’s pace, Every glance a challenge face to face, Grimy streets, but this is my base, In her stories, I find my grace. Words like bullets, shots that sting, From the past, the future takes wing, No backing down, hear the chorus sing, In her kitchen’s heat, I’m the king. [Pre-Chorus] Hear the sizzle, feel the heat, History drips from every beat, No retreat, this is the seat, Where legends rise and pain meets. [Chorus] Smoke-filled kitchen, stories ignite, Grandma’s fire burning through the night, Count every scar, every scar’s light, We fight, no fright, we own the fight. Smoke-filled kitchen, where legends breathe, Thrown punches, tales you better believe, From the embers, we never leave, In this fire, we’re born and we weave. [Bridge] Ashes fall, but the flame stays lit, Every story’s a bullet, every step is grit, Soul on fire, never gonna quit, In grandma’s kitchen, we reign legit. [Chorus] Smoke-filled kitchen, stories ignite, Grandma’s fire burning through the night, Count every scar, every scar’s light, We fight, no fright, we own the fight. Smoke-filled kitchen, where legends breathe, Thrown punches, tales you better believe, From the embers, we never leave, In this fire, we’re born and we weave. [Outro] Smoke fades, but the stories stay, In the kitchen’s heart, we find our way, Grandma’s flames light up the fray, Street-born kings, here to stay.