Kingpin at Sixteen

[Verse] Sixteen and green, at the alley he gleamed, Pins in formation, a young man’s dream. No scars on his palms, but he held that weight, Grip tight, slick spin, he’s about to create. [Chorus] Turkey on the board, three strikes, he’s gold, King of Davenport, a story untold. Crowd's on fire, they feel the control, Young king, how he rolls, that's how he rolls. [Verse 2] No coach, just vibes, raw steps to the lane, Pressure on his chest, but he’s numb to the strain. Fans stompin’ like thunder, he feeds on the sound, Steps to the mark, lets the ball resound. [Chorus] Turkey on the board, three strikes, he’s gold, King of Davenport, a story untold. Crowd's on fire, they feel the control, Young king, how he rolls, that's how he rolls. [Bridge] Pins collapse, precision so clean, The boy with a dream, now he’s ruling the scene. Dizzy from the cheers, but steady in stride, No lanes wide enough, this kid’s got pride. [Verse 3] Hands shake from the hype, but he’s back in position, Every bowler in sight wishing for his ambition. Gutter balls in the past, those days don’t glisten, He strikes to the future, yo this kid’s on a mission.