Silk on skin, lips in red
I talk in textures, not what's said
My coat speaks more than words
Each thread sharp like spoken swords
Velvet code, decode my style
I strike in quiet, then stay awhile
Flashbulbs fall where I arrive
Cool so deep, it comes alive
City breathes, I don’t inhale
I glide, they follow every trail
In my world, I write the script
One raised brow, the vibe gets flipped
Class and grit in perfect form
This look — not made, it’s born
Velvet code, not for the weak
It’s attitude in every streak
