(Mmm… yeah...) I used to ask why now I build the answer. West side soul in designer disaster. Let’s go. I came from the static, the sirens, the nights, Where the rich toss dreams and the poor toss dice. Mama raised a flame with her prayer and grace, While the world wore a mask I could see through the face. Every corner taught me somethin' school forgot, Like how to flip loss into a rooftop plot. Seen brothers go down for the color of pain, Now I paint murals in the thunder and rain. Grew up where hope was a whisper and loud, Where the crown’s made of rust, and we wear it proud. They told me I’d fall, I replied with a climb, Now I’m throwin’ gold verses at the limits of time. If I never had a throne, I’d still stand tall. Turn the ashes to an anthem, breakin’ every wall. If they block the light, I glow from within Built a crown outta scars, let the real ones win. Say it loud, say it free You can’t cage what was born to lead. Even when they doubt what I see, I rule my world. This crown’s on me. I ain't a victim, I'm a blueprint breathin’ art, Tattooed trials run deep in my heart. From train stops to boardrooms, I changed the plot, I ain't sell my soul, I refined my shot. Prison bars, eviction scars we dodge it all, Now we toast to the stars from a balcony hall. I don’t flex on the gram, I flex in my mind, Where peace feel rich and my fam on time. Used to dream 'bout Escalades, now I escalate minds, Turn my trauma into tracks that rewrite signs. Used to ask, “Do they care?” now I own that care, West coast truth with billionaire air. They said “You ain't meant to lead,” I said “That’s exactly why I will.” They said “Dreams die young,” I said “Then I’ll build ‘til they spill.” You see pain… I see fuel. If I never had a throne, I’d still stand tall. Turn the ashes to an anthem, breakin’ every wall. If they block the light, I glow from within Built a crown outta scars, let the real ones win. Say it loud, say it free You can’t cage what was born to lead. Even when they doubt what I see, I rule my world. This crown’s on me. “This crown… this crown’s on me…” fades into harmony Still livin’ for today… In these last days and times. We don’t wait for a kingdom. We build it. Produced by marz
