King With No Crown

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Streets whisper, I move with no fear,

Mask on my face, but the vision is clear.

Gold on my neck, pain in my chest,

King with no crown, still passing the test.

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Shots in the dark — that’s not panic,

That’s a message sent through my mechanic.

Wolf with a pack, or lone with a blade,

Trust no priest, no deal ever made.

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I don’t talk — I calculate moves,

Every word’s a bullet, silence improves.

Been in the game, but I changed the map,

Now I play shadows, no need to clap.

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Gangsta mind with a cold ambition,

I don’t rage — I strike with precision.

Plan in my pocket, fire in my eye,

Sin on my back, but I walk like a sky.

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You know me by style, you know me by tone,

When I pass through the block, they lower their phone.

I don’t ask for respect — I take it raw,

In this world, respect’s just a gram of law.