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Crown on my head, no jewels on my neck,

Checkmate moves, put the pawns in check.

Dancehall riddim, but the streets so cold,

Flow cut deep, sharper than gold.

Queen of the streets, they bow when I ride,

Fire in my heart, got the flames worldwide.

From the block to the world, my throne I defend,

Drill beats pounding till the story don’t end.

Patwa laced rhymes, venom in my tongue,

Bassline heavy, where the roots all sprung.

Smoke in the air, vibes hit the roof,

Truth in the booth, leave the liars aloof.

Whisper to the rhythm, secrets unfold,

Cash rules heavy, but my soul ain’t sold.

Snakes in the grass, I cut 'em with ease,

Queens don’t beg, we command, we seize.

Roll like thunder, step like a storm,

Born for the crown, my reign transform.

Gyal from the gutter, but the shine too bright,

Glow up fierce under neon lights.

Queen of the streets, they bow when I ride,

Fire in my heart, got the flames worldwide.

From the block to the world, my throne I defend,

Drill beats pounding till the story don’t end.