Throw Back

I’m the kingpin, pen in hand, I craft my fate, Street lights flicker while I navigate the hate. Got a mind like a weapon, precision when I aim, Call me the architect, I’m building up my name. Hustle in my veins, it’s a game of chess, Every move calculated, never settle for less. I’m the voice of the block, hear the echo in the night, Chasing dreams like a phantom, till I’m catching that flight. Got my eyes on the prize, while they sleep in the dark, I ignite the spark, paint the city with my art. Every bar’s a bullet, loaded up with my truth, Spitting wisdom from the streets, I’m the fountain of youth. I drop gems like the weather, watch 'em shine in the rain, Got the heart of a lion, never bow to the pain. In a world full of fakes, I’m the realest you’ll meet, So when you hear that bass drop, know I’m bringing the heat. I’m the kingpin, pen in hand, I craft my fate, In the shadows where the real ones elevate, Countin' blessings, never stressin', I navigate, Through the drama, keep it calm, I’m never late. With a vision so precise, I’m painting dreams, Life’s a canvas, I’m the artist, bursting seams, From the struggle to the hustle, I burst at the seams, Got the heart of a lion, roaring louder than screams. In the city of the lost, I’m the beacon of light, Through the trials and the fights, I ignite the night, With the wisdom of the ages, my pen takes flight, Every sentence, every phrase, it’s a lyrical rite. So I rise from the ashes, like a phoenix I soar, With the strength of a titan, always craving for more, In the game for the crown, I’m the one they adore, With the soul of a warrior, I’m ready for war.