

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Gold on my skin Dust on my feet History watching When I breathe, I speak (yeah) [Verse 1] Walk in the room like a prophecy Eyes lined sharp like a dynasty Cartouche heart, I been hard to read Still I bleed, still I lead, still I plant the seed (uh) Scrolling my fate on a cracked phone screen Mama worked late so a girl learned scheme Turnin’ my pain into black eyeliner Every little scar made the crown sit higher (sit higher) [Chorus] Crown like Cleopatra on a Monday night Still pay bills, still miss my flight Pray for love, then I suit up, fight I’m a queen in the queue, under fluorescent light (yeah, yeah) Crown like Cleopatra, I don’t need a throne Built my palace in a one-room home I break, I bend, but I don’t let go All this sacrifice, but I still glow (I still glow) [Verse 2] Doumbek heart in my ribcage, knock Anklet swing when the streetlight stop Henna on my hand like a secret map Every little swirl say “girl don’t crack” (don’t crack) Clock-in shift then the clock runs me Still write bars on the bus, low-key Men want a goddess that can cook and heal But choke when they face what a goddess feel (uh) [Chorus] Crown like Cleopatra on a Monday night Still pay bills, still miss my flight Pray for love, then I suit up, fight I’m a queen in the queue, under fluorescent light (hey) Crown like Cleopatra, I don’t need a throne Built my palace in a one-room home I break, I bend, but I don’t let go All this sacrifice, but I still glow (I still glow, yeah) [Bridge] Who holds up the sky when it’s fallin’? (who?) Who quiets the storm when he’s talkin’? (shh) Who hides her hurt in a flawless wing Then walks out tired, still forced to sing (to sing) If I love you, I’ll die for you twice Turn my day into grain for your rice But I won’t trade my name for your pride I’m Cleopatra in the carpool line (skrrt) [Chorus] Crown like Cleopatra on a Monday night Still pay bills, still miss my flight Pray for love, then I suit up, fight I’m a queen in the queue, under fluorescent light (oh) Crown like Cleopatra, writing in the sand Every “no” turns to “yes I am” I break, I bend, but I don’t let go All this sacrifice, but I still glow (I still glow) [Outro] Kohl-eyed, battle tired Still I rise, still I rise (yeah) Past life, present fire Same queen, different time
Tags
rap, Dark trap beat with Egyptian flute motifs and Indian doumbek patterns locked to a heavy 808 grid, female vocals switching between melodic hooks and sharp rap. Verses ride a swung pocket with sparse keys and sub drones; chorus widens with stacked harmonies, airy pads, and hyped ad-libs. Energy climbs from introspective to triumphant, ending on a spacious, echoing hook., romantic, hip hop, deep
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2/11/2026