Penthouse Overlook

Is this the target?

Is this the apex you sought?

My style is the gallery,

the price is what’s bought.

You’re a paper-thin shadow,

a budget-tier scene, I am the heavy-weight champion,

the king in the machine.

I hold the trajectory,

I own every lane,

The capital flows while you’re parsing the strain.

I attract the vipers,

I thrive on the feast,

A billionaire mind, detached from the beast.

Champagne in the vessel,

the drought is a myth.

The Red Bull collision,

the speed is the pith.

If the legend could see me,

he’d witness the peak,

While the critics are hollow,

the echo is weak.

Hier encore, le temps m'appartenait.

Je jouais de la vie,

comme on joue d'un succès.

The F1 velocity isn't captured on screen,

It’s visceral, sharp, it’s the king of the scene.

I’m beyond the radio,

the frequency’s dead. The "trap" is a relic,

a thought in my head.

I’m dining with icons,

the roster is elite,

While you’re rotting in neighborhoods,

stuck on the street.

The deposit is cleared,

the nominations are ghost,

I am the silent host,

the billionaire ghost. To the detractors: a supercar with no brake,

A final collision, for the legacy’s sake.

Red or white?

The choice is a game.

The crash is the reward for the rise to the name.

Sovereign. Monaco.

100% Tiguidou.

The zenith is reached.

The echo is silent.

The family is here.