Crown Heavy (King of the Streets) 2 by Zach

SongGPT
Crown Heavy (King of the Streets) 2 by Zach - trap rap,male vocals music cover art

Crown Heavy (King of the Streets) 2

trap rap,male vocals

0:002:57
Lyrics
Description
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah — Crown heavy, block owe me (ha)
Skrrt, skrrt — 808 knock, hi-hats cut thin [hi-hat: rapid] [808: drop]
Lights low on 4th & Meridian, we move like midnight kings
[Verse 1] (16 bars — tight triplet flows)
From the stoop where I learned to hustle, bottle caps for crowns, brown steps, cold nights (pull up)
Mama said be steady, I made a ledger out the stoop — my ledger’s tattooed on the stoop, inked in fights
Countin' fives on diner napkins, blue flame stove, paper under floorboards (skrrt)
Rivals laughin' at the block, now they duck when my skyline throws a shadow on the Ford
Triplet: roll, roll, roll — my city spins under chrome, hear the hi-hat thin (tick-tick)
Cash ritual: stack, fold, seal — three knocks, move quiet, safe in the kick (count)
Rook tried to take my corner, now his name's a lesson on the stoop — memory in chalk
I carved my rounds in the pavement, crown heavy, every footprint a talk
Night market whispers, neon in puddles, cops pass slow, we own the hush (ha)
My flow cut like twin blades, money talk soft but my eyes talk flush
Heartbeat synced to the 808, bounce in my chest — proof in the trunk
I watch the block like a chessboard, pawns move fast, kings move once (check)
Enemies orbit, but the ledger keeps receipts, debts paid in blunt
Childhood to now — paper routes to paper towers, same hands, different hunts
Triplet: step, step, step — I eclipse streetlights, skyline stunt
My shadow built the skyline, alleyways reflect my name in rust
Crown heavy — keep it balanced with scars and trust (yeah)
[Pre-Chorus] (melodic, short)
Crown heavy, block owe me — say it once then say it twice (ooh)
Lights on my face, rumors on the block — I roll the dice (yeah)
[Chorus] (HOOK — short & punchy, repeat)
Crown heavy, block owe me (x2) — king of the street, don’t get it rolled free (ha)
[Verse 2] (16 bars — punchlines, concrete detail, trap devices)
Midnight run, corner diner, hash browns, count the till — rhythm of the grind (skrrt)
Ledger on the stoop, receipts fold like trust — I sign in dry ink, not in rhyme
Rook said he’d run my block, he left a voicemail, laugh track — ghosted in the night
My crew double-backed, blue Acura lights, we ghosted like we never were in sight
Triplet cadence: click, click, click — safety on the Glock, eyes on the clock
Stacked duffels on the porch, I measure time in bands and how the block talks
Enemies plated in gold talk big, but my silence cuts deeper than their shots (ha)
I birthed a skyline from a corner store, vending machines, hustle plots
Cash-count ritual: palms on the counter, whisper 'til the light goes out, fold another knot
My nickname in the alley — Kingpin, but I keep the crown low in the slot
Concrete cathedral, prayers for the fallen, stoop numbers call my name in smoke
Triplet: low, low, low — 808 knocks, heart echoes, the city spoke
Vibrant in my tomes — I color the night with neon and broken hopes
Eyes on the prize, one eye on the past, one on the ledger, one on the ropes
I build my map on blo
View Top Ai Songs