Crisis Who?

Verse 1

Doorbell ringing at dawn, I’m calm, I’m on it News say panic, my bag say profit “Country in crisis?” — cool lil’ topic But my little business? Uphill, rock it I see the climb, I like the timing Light in the tunnel? Nah—whole sky shining Not everybody gets how I flip this Simple math: bad vibes ≠ my business Shock for you, for me it’s therapy Stack that clarity, rare like rarity Cash-scent breeze? Nose know—guarantee Wings on my back? I leave the gravity TV loud with the drama, hysteria I mute the noise, switch lanes, new area “What comes next when the world gets shaky?”— Ion know, not mine, don’t faze me

Hook

Crisis don’t touch me (nah) Low-key I love it (ha) My moves keep running (go) I don’t do plummet (no) Crisis don’t touch me (nah) Life be life—okay (yeah) If you don’t get it yet (hm?) Watch how it flips today (ayy)

Post-Hook — 7s TikTok tag

No stress, more checks, no mess—say less Crisis who? I bless. Next step—progress

Verse 2

Crisis is smoke in mirrors—mid Fear on the feed, but the math stay lit Everything “precious” they hyped online? Lost half the tag by the headline time World’s one piece but the screen look wounded Doomscroll loops—yeah, brain gets looped in I’m on the couch with a cup that’s cooling Break down facts while the anchors booming Floor of the market? Brokers sprinting Circles, cycles, hamster spinning Ponies in rings, I don’t chase illusions I pet my wins, I skip confusion Ask myself quick: “Do I even need this?” If it’s not mine—distance, delete this “What comes next when the storm just starts?” IDK, babe—still top of the charts

Hook

Crisis don’t touch me (nah) Low-key I love it (ha) My moves keep running (go) I don’t do plummet (no) Crisis don’t touch me (nah) Life be life—okay (yeah) If you don’t get it yet (hm?) Watch how it flips today (ayy)

Bridge

Inner rhyme, inner grind, inner peace, bigger mind Bad news, cheap views—can’t tax my time New plan, two hands, both hold the line Press play, not prey—I redesign Press play, not prey—I redesign Play, not prey—I redesign Play, not prey—I redesign

Verse 3

Cash went ghost? Rich kids sulking Trust funds light—Group chat gulping Matches out—fast burn, no learning Paper to ash—rash, concerning Give it a lil’—they’ll see they picked wrong Clout don’t cook when the heat stays long Crisis makes topics, bars, and tweets But not my lane—those not my streets I pick my puzzles, skip their panic Build my boat while they Titanic If it ain’t mine, I don’t hold weight I mind my rate and I hydrate

Hook

Crisis don’t touch me (nah) Low-key I love it (ha) My moves keep running (go) I don’t do plummet (no) Crisis don’t touch me (nah) Life be life—okay (yeah) If you don’t get it yet (hm?) Watch how it flips today (ayy)

Outro

No fear, more gear—shift up, steer New year, same clear—bag near, dear Crisis? Can’t hear—too far, not here Touch me? No, dear—career in gear