[00:00.00] 作词 : Han Wen
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Han Wen
[00:02.50] Young King - AmShy
[00:03.25] Lyrics：dream wang
[00:03.89] Composed by：dream wang
[00:04.31] Arranged by：GC/Dreamy
[00:04.87] Mixing ：SKY LEE
[00:05.34] Mastering ：SKY LEE
[00:23.54] 18 with a vision sharper than the blade’s edge
[00:26.14] Streets taught me royalty’s earned, not handed down on a pedigree
[00:27.92] They said a kid can’t rule with fire in his pen hand
[00:30.54] But I carved a kingdom in the cracks where the system can’t stand
[00:32.22] Crown sits heavy on these uncalloused shoulders
[00:34.36] Every scar a story ’bout how the underdog takes over
[00:36.81] No silver spoon, just a mic and hunger’s anthem
[00:38.79] They tried to box me in but the rhythm broke their phantom
[00:41.02] Block corners whisper where the old kings fell
[00:43.02] I built my castle with the bricks they tried to bury me in, hell
[00:45.32] This ain’t no fairytale, it’s grind in 4/4 time
[00:47.42] Young king’s reign starts when I rewrite the clock’s crime
[00:49.52] Crown glows where the streetlights bleed
[00:51.82] Young king’s heartbeat sync with the rhythm’s pulse
[00:53.83] Concrete throne where the dreamers breed
[00:55.76] Mic testifies: what I chase, I hold
[01:15.48] Classroom walls couldn’t cage this crown’s ambition
[01:17.37] Dropped their rulebook to write my own definition
[01:19.69] Older heads said “slow down, kid, respect the code”
[01:21.54] But respect’s earned when you flip the script they carved in stone
[01:23.63] Corner store cipher where my reign began
[01:25.75] Beatbox rhythm for the underdogs’ battle plan
[01:27.99] They counted me out with their ageist mathematics
[01:30.33] Now my lyrics calculate the win they can’t fathom
[01:32.42] Fake kings in suits with their diamond-plated lies
[01:34.40] I wear my truth like armor, no disguise
[01:36.66] This crown’s not gold, it’s the fire in my lungs
[01:39.22] Every bar a promise: what I start, I finish strong
[01:41.37] Throne room hums with the past and future’s song
[01:43.20] Grind carves kingdoms from the doubt they tried to wrong
[01:45.28] Every scar’s a crown jewel, every stumble’s royal ground
[01:47.53] The young king rises where the old world broke down
[01:49.50] No hollow boasts, no empty claims in my cadence
[01:52.39] Just the weight of my word in each syllable’s persistence
[01:58.21] Crown glows where the streetlights bleed
[01:59.98] Young king’s heartbeat sync with the rhythm’s pulse
[02:02.39] Concrete throne where the dreamers breed
[02:04.31] Mic testifies: what I chase, I hold
[02:09.72] What I chase, I hold

作词 : Han Wen
作曲 : Han Wen
Young King - AmShy
Lyrics：dream wang
Composed by：dream wang
Arranged by：GC/Dreamy
Mixing ：SKY LEE
Mastering ：SKY LEE
18 with a vision sharper than the blade’s edge
Streets taught me royalty’s earned, not handed down on a pedigree
They said a kid can’t rule with fire in his pen hand
But I carved a kingdom in the cracks where the system can’t stand
Crown sits heavy on these uncalloused shoulders
Every scar a story ’bout how the underdog takes over
No silver spoon, just a mic and hunger’s anthem
They tried to box me in but the rhythm broke their phantom
Block corners whisper where the old kings fell
I built my castle with the bricks they tried to bury me in, hell
This ain’t no fairytale, it’s grind in 4/4 time
Young king’s reign starts when I rewrite the clock’s crime
Crown glows where the streetlights bleed
Young king’s heartbeat sync with the rhythm’s pulse
Concrete throne where the dreamers breed
Mic testifies: what I chase, I hold
Classroom walls couldn’t cage this crown’s ambition
Dropped their rulebook to write my own definition
Older heads said “slow down, kid, respect the code”
But respect’s earned when you flip the script they carved in stone
Corner store cipher where my reign began
Beatbox rhythm for the underdogs’ battle plan
They counted me out with their ageist mathematics
Now my lyrics calculate the win they can’t fathom
Fake kings in suits with their diamond-plated lies
I wear my truth like armor, no disguise
This crown’s not gold, it’s the fire in my lungs
Every bar a promise: what I start, I finish strong
Throne room hums with the past and future’s song
Grind carves kingdoms from the doubt they tried to wrong
Every scar’s a crown jewel, every stumble’s royal ground
The young king rises where the old world broke down
No hollow boasts, no empty claims in my cadence
Just the weight of my word in each syllable’s persistence
Crown glows where the streetlights bleed
Young king’s heartbeat sync with the rhythm’s pulse
Concrete throne where the dreamers breed
Mic testifies: what I chase, I hold
What I chase, I hold