[Intro]
(skrrt) Night glow, block hum, crown heavy — ha
Ad-libs stitch the city: echoes, rain, engine tags
Signature tag: "Crown on my dash" — watch the dash light flash
[Verse 1]
Corner store clock, 4th & Meridian, I learned the math (count it)
Nicknamed Kingpin 'cause I turned small change into craft
Fast feet, steel nerves, heartbeat like an 808 path
Step soft on cracked tile, shadow play, I never crash
Plastic bag of plans, folded maps inside my coat
White LEDs on the stoop, where the old heads wrote the notes
Blue Acura roll by, engine hum, my pulse with the road
Hood radio tap, triplet tick, hi-hat cut in the throat
Fast cash, last laugh, plastic mask, blast past
Paper routes to paper towers, every stamp a forecast
Enemies whisper names, I don't give them broadcast
I move quiet like a vow — loyalty, not a contrast
King of my fate, crown won't wait, I measured time in debt
Every step a ledger line, every breath a silhouette
[Pre-Chorus]
Night speaks in pieces, neon prayers on cracked glass
I answer in verses, steady hands, steady cash
[Chorus]
Crown on my dash — (x2)
Fast lane cash — (x2)
[Verse 2]
Midnight market, coffee cold, count the bands on the hood
Neighbors wave like ghosts, they know the ways I stood
Ledger taped to the freezer, receipts like childhood proof
Mama said keep your head low — I built a throne from the roof
Streetlights blink Morse, telling secrets of the block
I learned to read the silence, every rust, every clock
Call me corner scholar, algebra of the shop
Move chess not checkers, kings step once, never stop
Hit-and-run blessings, blessings in the rearview glass
Lessons in the glovebox, prayers on the dashboard brass
Wrist froze from the nights I stayed in to plot the maps
Crown on my dash, city chorus, we don't collapse
[Rapid-Fire Verse] (tight triplets, 4–8 bars)
Tick-tick, trip-let, flip the script, clip the wrist, flip the wrist (trip)
Stack-stack, pack-back, backtrack, fast-track, cash in fist (trip)
Skrrt-skrrt, cut-corners, corner-corner, storm in storm, born to list (trip)
Run-run, gun-none, sun-done, come-up, done-up, crown don't miss (trip)
[Bridge] (melodic stretch)
Late night, street hymn, I hum the names that couldn't last
Echoes in the alleys, every loss taught me to move fast
I carry every scar like medals pinned to a past
But the crown weighs heavy, every promise paid at last
[Chorus]
Crown on my dash — (x4)
Fast lane cash — (x4)
[Verse 3] (contrast — clipped then melodic)
Clipped: Cold wind, corner grin, ledger thin, bottle cap crown (step)
Clipped: Backdoor deals, hush tones, silver rings, no one frown (step)
Melodic: I sing for the late nights and the moms who prayed me through
For the kids on the stoop folding dreams into paper loops
For the brothers who kept quiet when the law came around
For the echoes that call me after every silent pound
The throne ain't velvet, it's tar and gravel under my boots
But when the city sleeps, I'm the pulse in the roof
[Outro]
Crown on my dash, city on my back — tag the sky with the scars
Fast lane cash, k
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