Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I came up on the corner store glow
Change in my palm, still rich in my soul
Shoebox dreams in a crooked old frame
Mama said, “Boy, keep a clean name”
I wrote my plans on the back of a bill
Felt that chill when the room went still
Now I move calm with a steel-blue face
One for the work and one for the grace
[Pre-Chorus]
I been low, I been high
Seen the rain, seen the sky
If they doubt, let them try
I don’t fold, I don’t hide
[Chorus]
Cardboard crown, I wear it proud
(yeah, I wear it proud)
Cardboard crown, I stand my ground
(stand my ground)
They can laugh, I don’t bow down
I been built from the underground
Cardboard crown, I wear it proud
(we wear it proud)
[Verse 2]
Late train home with a crease in my sleeve
Hands full of bruises, still I believe
Every scar got a story to tell
Every hard fall made the heartbeat swell
I don’t need gold for the shine to show
Got a slow-burn flame and a steady flow
When the day come down and the fake ones leave
I still got more than they’d ever see
[Pre-Chorus]
I been cut, I been bent
Still I keep my momentum
If the door won’t swing
I’m the one who meant it
[Chorus]
Cardboard crown, I wear it proud
(yeah, I wear it proud)
Cardboard crown, I stand my ground
(stand my ground)
They can laugh, I don’t bow down
I been built from the underground
Cardboard crown, I wear it proud
(we wear it proud)
[Bridge]
No silver throne
Just a stubborn heart
Scuffed-up shoes
And a light in the dark
Every small thing
Turned into a spark
Now they know my name
From the start
[Chorus]
Cardboard crown, I wear it proud
(yeah, I wear it proud)
Cardboard crown, I stand my ground
(stand my ground)
They can laugh, I don’t bow down
I been built from the underground
Cardboard crown, I wear it proud
(we wear it proud)
Details
GeneratedJul 28, 2026
Duration3:06
LanguageEnglish
Style
Boom-bap hip hop with dusty swung drums, chopped soul snippets, and a rubbery upright bass line; verse rides sparse kick-snare pockets with tight internal rhymes, pre-chorus lifts with filtered chops and snare rolls, chorus lands on a chantable hook with layered doubles and short ad-lib replies. Vinyl crackle, tape stop flicks, and a horn stab on transitions; intimate close-mic lead with gritty punchy mix., rap, hip hop
Credits
Prompt by
Rotexthareal
RotextharealModelAria v5.5
Prompt
rap, hip hop, boom bap
