Nostalgic Flow

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