Queen of the Streets

Gold hoops swinging, queen of the pavement,

Backstreet sermons, no room for enslavement.

Spitting fire hotter than the devil’s oven,

Crowns ain’t given, they’re snatched with loving.

Bow down, I’m the queen of the streets,

Heartbeat syncs to the drumline beats.

From the curb to the top, we claim the throne,

Royalty carved from the streets we own.

Slick tongue sharper than a switchblade swipe,

Words cut deep, let the truth ignite.

Streetlight shadows where the hustle brews,

Every scar a story, every bruise my muse.

Empire built from the grit and grind,

Diamonds formed in the toughest mind.

Steel in my veins, no bending, no fold,

Throne polished by the battles I’ve told.

Stilettos click like a warning shot,

Every step a statement, every move hot.

Enemies tremble, they know my creed,

A gang of queens, we plant the seed.

Bow down, I’m the queen of the streets,

Heartbeat syncs to the drumline beats.

From the curb to the top, we claim the throne,

Royalty carved from the streets we own.