Left Turn

Left burn on the track, wrist hot like a stove  

Came up from the cold, now the money in the fold  

Step light, talk heavy, got the city on hold  

Chain cold, heart colder, watch the story unfold  

They smile in your face while they plotting your fall  

I laugh in they face, then I duck when they call  

Took the long way up, now the view from the top  

Every loss was a lesson, every win made me pop  

Left burn in the rearview, still running the lane  

Came through with the flame, left smoke in my name  

No cap, no slack, just the facts in the stack  

Every bar move real close, every move like a map  

I don’t wait on permission, I just move how I move  

Turn a loss to a win, turn the fake into proof  

Left burn, still hot, still lit, still the one  

Came from nothing, now the nothing getting done