🎵 Intro (Spoken/Rapped Softly) I been quiet too long, doubting my fire But I ain’t made of silence — I’m made of survival From the broke days, the soul aches, to the late nights Still got up, still rose — now watch me take flight --- 🧱 Verse 1 Made it through storms they never saw coming Heart heavy, mind loud, but I kept on running Single mama, full plate, no breaks, no sleep Still showed up with love even when it cut deep You don’t know hustle ‘til you cry while you clean Then smile for the babies like nothin’s between All that pain I packed down like lunch Now I’m feasting on dreams — real queen s*it, punch for punch --- 💥 Hook Queenpin strut — better watch your shoes Healed my wounds, now I write my rules Built from pressure, polished in pain Crown never slipped, just sat in the rain Ouu, I got that boss bloodline Every scar turned into a goldmine Tell 'em I’m back and I came to win Not just a woman — I’m the queenpin --- 🔥 Verse 2 They counted me out but I counted the lessons Did the shadow work, now I’m in full-blown essence Soul rich, even when my pockets said broke Still poured love like water — I don’t choke I been mom, maid, soldier, and savior Carried whole worlds with no one to thank her But I ain’t bitter — I’m seasoned divine So don’t speak to me reckless — I walk with a spine --- 💥 Hook (repeat) Queenpin strut — better watch your shoes Healed my wounds, now I write my rules Built from pressure, polished in pain Crown never slipped, just sat in the rain Ouu, I got that boss bloodline Every scar turned into a goldmine Tell 'em I’m back and I came to win Not just a woman — I’m the queenpin --- 🌓 Verse 3 (Half rap, half melodic) Now my girls watch me rise from the floor Teaching 'em more than I ever was taught before Generational chains? I snapped ‘em in stride Now we healing in color — no shame to hide I ain’t perfect, but baby I’m free And that freedom? That’s royalty No throne given — I carved this seat So say my name soft… then rise to your feet --- 🎤 Outro (Spoken/Melodic) Queenpin… Of the soft hearts and sharp minds Of the late-night prayers and the grind Of the ones who broke, then built This ain’t luck — it’s will. --