Queen of the Hustle

Crown tilted, diamonds on my wrist gleam,

Paper chasing, living every hustler's dream,

Swagger sharper than a guillotine blade,

In a city where the real and the fake parade.

They don’t know the grind, don’t see the climb,

Every scar I wear, it’s a badge of time,

From the gutter to the stars, I’m a phoenix on fire,

Queen of the hustle, the streets’ desire.

Heart of a lion, roar shakes the pavement,

Built my empire, no room for containment,

I’m the blueprint, the manual, the guide,

Whispers in the wind, my name worldwide.

Concrete jungle, my throne’s the curb,

Every rhyme I spit’s a lesson, observe,

From the chaos, I craft my crown,

A queen don’t need no king to hold her down.

They don’t know the grind, don’t see the climb,

Every scar I wear, it’s a badge of time,

From the gutter to the stars, I’m a phoenix on fire,

Queen of the hustle, the streets’ desire.

Roots in the soil, but my branches reach the sky,

I was born to rule, no question why,

Legacy written in the lines I rhyme,

Immortal in the beat, I’m the queen of time.