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Crown My Own Steps

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[verse 1. heavy 808s hittin] Yeah I been waitin on a lifeline. nobody pulled up. Talkin like they got the map but they never showed up. So I put my own heels on and put my chin up. If I want a rise I better get my wins up. People love to talk like they know my lane. But they never took the steps. never felt my strain. I learned quick. if I want somethin bold. I gotta build it myself with the fire I hold. [pre chorus. sassy melodic lift] If I want the climb. I do the climb. If I want my shine. I make that shine. [chorus. big bounce] No one saves us but ourselves. I shout it when the fear rings bells. If I want the glow. I gotta make the glow. If I want the power. I gotta let it grow. Ain’t nobody walkin in my crown or my dress. I choose my path. I clean my mess. Every step I take turns pressure to finesse. [verse 2. sharper flow] Everybody swear they know how I should move. But they never felt the weight sittin on my groove. So I cut the noise. let the mirror talk. If I want that throne. I gotta do that walk. I been doubted. counted out. slept on twice. But I rose from the fire like crushed ice. Cool but cuttin through the mess I made. Turnin all my setbacks into homemade blade. [pre chorus. layered vocals] If I want the climb. I do the climb. If I want my shine. I make that shine. [chorus. club energy. ad libs poppin] No one saves us but ourselves. I shout it when the fear rings bells. If I want the glow. I gotta make the glow. If I want the power. I gotta let it grow. Ain’t nobody walkin in my crown or my dress. I choose my path. I clean my mess. Every step I take turns pressure to finesse. [bridge. spoken. attitude high] I walk through the flame. never melt. never fold. When the world says stop. I say watch me bold. If the path gets dark. then I light my gold. [final chorus. full beat. stacked harmonies] No one saves us but ourselves. I say it loud till the doubt dispels. If I want the glow. I gotta make the glow. If I want the power. I gotta let it grow. Ain’t nobody walkin in my crown or my dress. I choose my path. I clean my mess. Every step I take turns pressure to finesse.