Streets whisper tales of concrete royalty
Born in the hood, raised by hustlers
Mama's tears watered dreams of something greater
Pops locked up, left me to fend
Playground was the block, danger my friend
Learned the game young, eyes always open
Every corner a classroom, every move chosen
From corner boy to corner king
Ruling these streets, that's my thing
Started from nothing, now I'm on top
My kingdom of asphalt will never stop
First hustle at twelve, selling loose squares
Older cats taught me, "Keep your eyes peeled"
Dodge cops, rival crews, and snitches
Stack paper, build respect, chase riches
School was a joke, streets my education
Every day a grind, no time for vacation
Concrete jungle, where only lions survive
Gotta eat or be eaten, stay alive
Moved up quick, from squares to weight
Rep grew strong, couldn't be faded
Rivals tried to test, but I stood tall
My word was bond, never took a fall
Built a loyal crew, family by choice
In these mean streets, we became one voice
From corner boy to corner king
Ruling these streets, that's my thing
Started from nothing, now I'm on top
My kingdom of asphalt will never stop
Police raids, close calls, near misses
Lost homies to bullets and prison sentences
Trust no one, suspect everyone
In this game, you're always on the run
But I played it smart, invested wise
Legit businesses to disguise my rise
From rags to riches, still I remember
Where I came from, streets cold as December
Now I'm the plug, got the whole city
Fiends, dealers, all eating off my kitty
Young bucks look up, wanna be me
But they don't know the cost of this glory
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Every day a fight to not drown
From corner boy to corner king
Ruling these streets, that's my thing
Started from nothing, now I'm on top
My kingdom of asphalt will never stop
Looking back now, was it worth it?
All the pain, the fear, the losses?
But in these streets, there's no going back
Once you're in, you're in for the long haul
So I play the hand that I was dealt
Rule my corner, and hope I don't melt
Corner king, throne made of concrete dreams
Legacy written in cold street schemes