[Intro]
Yeah, uh, feel that — lights up
For every woman owning her shine
(Ad-libs: woo, yeah, that's her)
[Verse 1] (16 bars)
Stiletto snap on subway tile, cinnamon skin, sunlight smile
Red lipstick like a headline, flashbulbs linger for a while
She moves like thunder in a satin coat, silk stitched to a style
Palm prints on glass, heart syncs to the kick and the hi-hat file
Hips sketch stories on subway maps, graphite tales in neon light
Collarbone catching amber, perfume writes where she passed tonight
Laugh slices through static, sugar-snap with a moonlit bite
Eyes blueprint constellations — midnight, magnet, magnetic sight
Not just curves, it's her choices, grit laced in each braid
Hands steady on the wheel, steering storms into parades
Denim, satin, scar lines, sun-bleached threads in promenade
She trades hush for a roar, flips every “can't” into crusade
Fingers trace the skyline like a measure in a grade
Shoulder to shadow — built, not borrowed, never homemade
City lights take notes when she leans into the fight
Confidence candleproof — she burns, she lights
[Pre-Chorus] (build)
Heartbeat prelude, tempo rising (yeah)
Breath tightens, spotlight timing (uh)
From whisper to choir, she amplifies (that’s her)
Step to drum, look to prize — watch the rise
[Chorus] (2-line punch — repeated catchphrase)
Queen on the rise — crown steady, eyes on the prize (Queen on the rise)
Queen on the rise — beauty built to strike (say her name) (ad-libs: woo, yeah)
[Verse 2] (16 bars)
Midnight rooftop, mirror-phone glow, a lipstick trace left light
She tapes beats with one hand, stitches dreams with the other, same night
Momma's prayer folded in her pocket, old gold chain holds tight
Espresso steam, cinnamon breath — vows whispered before daylight
Fingers curl a mic like a secret, syllable lace, cadence tight
Wind toys with hem of her coat, city script etched in her sight
Tiny tattoo of a promise, hidden corner of her right
When laughter turns into clouds, she irons creases into flight
She sells sunsets to skeptics, trades dusk for early light
Shadow walks both in heels and creased sneakers through the fight
Lip balm, ledger, lipstick lines — all balanced on the knife
Every mirror keeps a receipt of the nights she stayed to write (uh)
Sultry cadence, bold precision, moves measured, never contrite
High heels, higher hopes, melody in the sway of spite
Love in her step, danger in her grin, currency of might
Soft and electric — she commands, then persuades the night
[Pre-Chorus] (build)
Tension folds like paper, then she breathes (yeah)
Small sound swells into choir, she believes (uh)
From hush to headline, she amplifies (that’s her)
Step to drum, look to prize — watch the rise
[Chorus]
Queen on the rise — crown steady, eyes on the prize (Queen on the rise)
Queen on the rise — beauty built to strike (say her name) (ad-libs: woo, hey)
[Bridge] (contrast — vulnerable then triumphant)
Quiet after the crowd — phone dim, late-night costs (soft)
She counts the stitch