“The Aroma” is a promotional single from American rapper Fat Joe. ^{[1] [2] [3]}

It features American rappers Jadakiss, & Stove God Cooks.

The Official Music VIdeo premiered Saturday, July 25^th, 2026^[1], via Fat Joe’s official YouTube channel.^[3]

The track produced by: Cool & Dre.^[4]

The song written by: Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Stove God Cooks, & Cool & Dre.^[4]

Song: #TheAroma

Artist: #FatJoe #Jadakiss #StoveGodCooks

^Explicit

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“The Aroma” Lyrics ^[4]
Song by Fat Joe, Jadakiss, & Stove God Cooks:

Intro: Jim Jones
If you played with Joe, Pun
Or any of these Spanish n***** comin’ up in this game
Your ass was gettin’ handed to you

Chorus: Stove God Cooks, Fat Joe
All the way in Rome, I can still smell it (All the way in Rome I can smell it)
On Amalfi Coast, we can still smell it (Amalfi Coast, I can smell it)
We all in Dubai, l can smell it (Smell it)
Kilos out the plastic, I can still smell it (I can still smell it)
Glass pipes burnin’, I can still smell it (I can still smell it, C****)
I still smell it (Wooooo)
If it was cooked in my kitchen
Then call it by my name
Most of these rappers say they s*** like mine (Yeah, uh, uh, uh)
But it do not feel the same, no

Verse 1: Fat Joe
Ooh la la la, is what the fiends scream
This MJ and Prince, the supreme team (Huh)
Indoor pools filled with c******
Fiends dancin’ in line like a Soul Train
I hustle like a pastor’s plate, we takin’ offers
Your b**** took to m*********, she can’t come off of us
This the life that we chose to make, pies that we chose to bake
Life with no parole, time that we chose to take (Bombaclat)
Handin’ out turkeys surrounded by all the killers
And all the corner boys got gifted the chinchillas (Uh)
You had to be there, that’s word to Albee Square
It’s foul how I robbed a whole gym, no referee there
Marty Supreme how I peddle that d***
True story, made a hundred million off of the stove, it’s C****

Chorus: Stove God Cooks & Jadakiss
All the way in Rome, I can still smell it (All the way in Rome I can smell it)
On Amalfi Coast, we can still smell it (Amalfi Coast, I can smell it)
We all in Dubai, l can smell it (Smell it)
Kilos out the plastic, I can still smell it (I can still smell it)
Glass pipes burnin’, I can still smell it (I can still smell it)
I still smell it (Wooooo)
If it was cooked in my kitchen
Then call it by my name
Most of these rappers say they s*** like mine
But it do not feel the same, no (Ha-haa)

Verse 2: Jadakiss
I don’t really think you would do it, you gotta show me
When n***** lose track of the time throw ’em a Rollie
Incase we commit a crime, go get a stollie
A OG, I’m more like Juan than Anunoby
B.I.G, Frank Matthews, a splash of Kobe
Bruce Lee, Muhammad Ali, half shinobi
I been obliterating n***** for years
Is this about a verse, or is this about a career?
Ask around, they’ll tell you I’m the career repo
New York love me like when Mitch hit a pair of free-throws
I was sellin’ dope when they used to call it P-blow
F*** rap, I’m just happy I ain’t catch a RICO
Hear it, then you hear it again, and it hit you more
The flow sick, but you wouldn’t know cause of HIPAA laws
Before we used to go to the tables, we hit the stores
Get the stamps, Carvel spoons, go get the straws
Summa cum laude, heroin diploma
Know me, I get excited off the aroma, toma

Chorus: Stove God Cooks
All the way in Rome, I can still smell it (All the way in Rome I can smell it)
On Amalfi Coast, we can still smell it (Amalfi Coast, I can smell it)
We all in Dubai, l can smell it (Smell it)
Kilos out the plastic, I can still smell it (I can still smell it)
Glass pipes burnin’, I can still smell it (I can still smell it)
I still smell it (Wooooo)
If it was cooked in my kitchen
Then call it by my name
Most of these rappers say they s*** like mine
But it do not feel the same, no

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