by @AsphaltPoet
old-school 90s hip hop, punchy drums, braggadocio bars, soul sample
Verse 1
I came up on park bench lessons and loud talk
Corner store chess, one move, then the crown walk
Fresh white tee, but the story got stains
Still I kept my name clean while I played the game
Pocket full of maybes, now it's all solid gold
Old head said, "Kid, keep your cool, keep control"
I don't beg for a seat, I build my own table
Set it in the room where the doubters stay able
Stackin' these wins like bricks in a row
Little by little, watch the whole block glow
Pre-Chorus
Hear that drum snap
Feel the room lean
Hands in the air
You know what I mean
Chorus
I got that crown on my head
I got that crown on my head
Soul in the cut, and I'm back from the dead
I got that crown on my head
Verse 2
Same ten fingers, but I turn 'em to a fortune
Clean little wordplay, heavy when I offer it
Talk slick, walk quick, never lose the focus
Every line a blade, but the grin stay locust
I was down in the basement, now I'm up in the frame
Same face, new wave, still I carry the flame
Old soul sample spinning, got the room in a trance
Every bar got weight, every step got stance
They want the shine, but they never want the grind
I put time on the page till the page turned mine
Bridge
Let it ride, let it breathe
Watch the whole block freeze
When I step to the mic
It come back like this
Chorus
I got that crown on my head
I got that crown on my head
Soul in the cut, and I'm back from the dead
I got that crown on my head