Crown For Marcus
[Verse 1] Thirty years deep and you still rep the block right, Faded New Era low, walk in lookin' so light, Hands got the grease but your grin cut through the night, Family table's full 'cause you showed up, every time, alright, Six years, every Laker game, not one missed, Purple and gold in your veins, you can't resist, Three-word texts all week, then you pick up the phone, Two hours straight on Kobe — man, you're in your zone. [Chorus] Marcus, this one's for you, crown on your head, The man who never asked for praise but carried us instead, You shaped the way I move, you put me on my feet, Thirty years of showing up — that legacy's complete. [Verse 2] Remember that old driveway, you held the seat steady, Told me just to pedal, said "little homie, you're ready," Every Thanksgiving you remind me how I wobbled and fell, But you never let me quit — that's the story you still tell, Electrician by day, got the whole city wired, Show up to the cookout looking grease-stained but inspired, Old cap on your head like a crown you earned young, Big brother, hall of fame, tribute finally sung. [Chorus] Marcus, this one's for you, crown on your head, The man who never asked for praise but carried us instead, You shaped the way I move, you put me on my feet, Thirty years of showing up — that legacy's complete.