Concrete Crown

(Intro) Yeah… Ain’t nobody built like this. Concrete under my ribs. (Hook) I was raised where the sirens sing lullabies, Mama prayin’ while the whole block testify, Cold nights, hoodie strings tied tight, Dreams big but the fridge light bright. I don’t flex for the ‘Gram, I invest in survival, Every scar got a story, every win was a trial, They throw dirt on my name, I build bricks from the sound— Turn the pressure to a throne, I wear concrete crowns. (Verse 1) Came up off crumbs, now the bread come sliced, Used to split one meal, now we split that price. My circle small, that’s a dinner plate view, Too many snakes tryna rattle my crew. I learned hustle from a broken sink drip, Patience from a court date, zip-lipped. Life tried to book me like a one-way flight, But I rerouted fate on a red-eye night. Shoebox money, mattress full of dreams, Grandma said, “Boy, it’s deeper than it seems.” So I grind like the rails when the train pass slow, Pain turn gasoline when the flame get low. I ain’t loud, but the silence heavy, Move weight in the game like a barbell steady. They talk tough when the Wi-Fi strong, But the signal get weak when the lights go wrong. (Hook) I was raised where the sirens sing lullabies, Mama prayin’ while the whole block testify, Cold nights, hoodie strings tied tight, Dreams big but the fridge light bright. I don’t flex for the ‘Gram, I invest in survival, Every scar got a story, every win was a trial, They throw dirt on my name, I build bricks from the sound— Turn the pressure to a throne, I wear concrete crowns. (Verse 2) I done seen friends turn ghosts, no sheet, Seen kings lose crowns over one heartbeat. Streets cold, no thermostat mercy, Smile in your face whole time they thirsty. I don’t chase clout, I chase leverage, Turn pain into power, stack interest. From bus stops to business class seats, Still got mud on my Air Force creases. They doubted the kid with the cracked phone screen, Now my number worth digits they ain’t never seen. I talk less, let the work speak fluent, Every loss turned lesson into blueprint. If it’s smoke, I don’t cough, I inhale, Pressure make diamonds, I prevail. Built from the curb where the hope look thin, But I made the block spin like rims in the wind. (Bridge) They said, “You just a product of the pavement.” Nah, I’m the architect of elevation. Pain taught math—multiply the grind, Divide fake love, subtract wasted time. (Final Hook – Bigger Energy) I was raised where the sirens sing lullabies, Mama prayin’ while the whole block testify, Cold nights, hoodie strings tied tight, Now the whole team eatin’ every night. I don’t flex for the ‘Gram, I invest in survival, Turn rivals to fuel, make the mission go viral, They throw dirt on my name, I build bricks from the sound— From the gutter to glory, I wear concrete crowns.