🎵 Intro (Spoken/Rapped Softly)
I been quiet too long, doubting my fire
But I ain’t made of silence — I’m made of survival
From the broke days, the soul aches, to the late nights
Still got up, still rose — now watch me take flight
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🧱 Verse 1
Made it through storms they never saw coming
Heart heavy, mind loud, but I kept on running
Single mama, full plate, no breaks, no sleep
Still showed up with love even when it cut deep
You don’t know hustle ‘til you cry while you clean
Then smile for the babies like nothin’s between
All that pain I packed down like lunch
Now I’m feasting on dreams — real queen s*it, punch for punch
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💥 Hook
Queenpin strut — better watch your shoes
Healed my wounds, now I write my rules
Built from pressure, polished in pain
Crown never slipped, just sat in the rain
Ouu, I got that boss bloodline
Every scar turned into a goldmine
Tell 'em I’m back and I came to win
Not just a woman — I’m the queenpin
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🔥 Verse 2
They counted me out but I counted the lessons
Did the shadow work, now I’m in full-blown essence
Soul rich, even when my pockets said broke
Still poured love like water — I don’t choke
I been mom, maid, soldier, and savior
Carried whole worlds with no one to thank her
But I ain’t bitter — I’m seasoned divine
So don’t speak to me reckless — I walk with a spine
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💥 Hook (repeat)
Queenpin strut — better watch your shoes
Healed my wounds, now I write my rules
Built from pressure, polished in pain
Crown never slipped, just sat in the rain
Ouu, I got that boss bloodline
Every scar turned into a goldmine
Tell 'em I’m back and I came to win
Not just a woman — I’m the queenpin
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🌓 Verse 3 (Half rap, half melodic)
Now my girls watch me rise from the floor
Teaching 'em more than I ever was taught before
Generational chains? I snapped ‘em in stride
Now we healing in color — no shame to hide
I ain’t perfect, but baby I’m free
And that freedom? That’s royalty
No throne given — I carved this seat
So say my name soft… then rise to your feet
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🎤 Outro (Spoken/Melodic)
Queenpin…
Of the soft hearts and sharp minds
Of the late-night prayers and the grind
Of the ones who broke, then built
This ain’t luck — it’s will.
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