Street King’s Reign

Verse 1]**  
Born in the fire where the weak get eaten,  
Concrete commandments—never trust a demon.  
Pops was a ghost, moms fought her demons,  
Now the block’s my church and the Glock’s my preacher.  
Flippin’ them bricks like a cursed monopoly,  
Cops kick doors but they won’t stop me.  
Every corner got a eulogy,  
Survivor’s guilt but it fuels the prophecy.  
### **[Hook]**  
Crown of the cursed, yeah, I rule this dirt,  
Blood on my shirt, every move’s a flirt with death.  
Cops wanna see me locked in a hearse,  
But I’m deep in the game—ain’t no reverse.  
### **[Verse 2]**  
The rats in my circle got price tags on loyalty,  
Snakes in the grass, but I spot ’em like royalty.  
Dope boy dreams turn to cold reality,  
One wrong move and it’s autopsy.  
Bulletproof vest but my soul’s porous,  
War stories turn the kids to horrors.  
The reaper’s my shadow, the streets my chorus,  
Either ride with me or get lost in the forest.  
### **[Bridge]**  
They ask why I’m cold—had to freeze to rise,  
Every scar’s a trophy, every lie’s a prize.  
The streets don’t love you, they just baptize,  
Kings die young but their ghosts stay wise.  
### **[Verse 3]**  
The feds takin’ pictures, I’m smilin’ sinister,  
Life’s a gamble but I’m no minister.  
Money piles high but the pain’s in the picture,  
Empty mansions where the demons whisper.  
Legends don’t retire, they just reload,  
The young bulls thirst for my throne’s code.  
The game’s a curse but it’s all I know,  
Chess moves in blood on a cracked sidewalk.  
### **[Outro]**  
Ain’t no fairy tale, it’s a war zone chant,  
Last man standing—that’s the only plant.  
Legends don’t die, they just fade to haunt,  
And my name stays cursed in every block’s taunt.  

Muddy basslines, haunting vocal samples, triple-time flows over crushing snares for that sinister street sermon vibe