Intro
Six of us, one hallway, one bare bulb swinging slow
Names carved in the stairwell so the building always know
Split the last two coneys, kept the receipt like a vow
Ain't crown myself till everybody eating right now
Verse
Marcus got the flashlight, I got the extension cord
Wired up the basement into somebody's whole world
Tay was on the corner when the landlord came around
Told him lease got renewed, had the papers backwards, downed
Kept a straight face, cost him half a month of sleep for me
Never asked him back, he just say that's family
We split gas money four ways down to the dime
Priya doing homework in the backseat, doing fine
Uncle said the crew a liability, cut loose
I said watch the harvest grow from one shared parachute
Every dollar that comes in gets divided by the trust
Not the ledger, not the paper, something harder than the dust
DeShawn took the fall for a mix-up wasn't his
Wore it like a jacket, never once made it a biz
That's the kind of loyalty you can't buy at the store
Crown the whole block or I don't want the crown no more
Chorus
We crown the hustle, split it six ways, share the load
Every brick we lay together on the same old road
Nobody eating good until we all eating good
Crown the hustle, that's the only law I understood
Verse
Rosa taught me numbers when the school ain't teach it right
Now she run the books and catch the errors overnight
Little cousin watching, learning how we move as one
Said he wanna be like Tay, I said be better, son
Bought a used van, packed it tight with borrowed tools
Every corner that we touch we flip it, break the rules
Made a promise in the winter when the heat got cut
We'd split the blanket four ways till the summer come back up
Never let the come-up turn a brother to a stranger
Kept the same phone numbers through every kind of danger
Priya graduated, whole block came to clap
DeShawn cried behind his shades, ain't gotta hide that
This the currency that outlasts every dollar sign
A hand that pulls you up when you been face down one time
Marcus got a shop now, hired half the neighborhood
Told him keep the门 door open like a brother should
Chorus
We crown the hustle, split it six ways, share the load
Every brick we lay together on the same old road
Nobody eating good until we all eating good
Crown the hustle, that's the only law I understood
Bridge
See the throne ain't gold, it's a table with six chairs
Every empty seat still get counted, still gets shares
I could've flown solo, kept the whole thing for myself
But a crown alone is just a weight nobody else can help
Outro
Six of us, one hallway, now it's six whole open doors
Crown the hustle, pass it down, that's what the crown is for
