Concrete
Concrete city
But I came from the cracks
Where these niggas sniff crack
Addicted to swinging packs
On the low
For the wax
Where you see death
On his white horse
In black
Can't even
Get a bakers dozen
Get your muffin pilt back
Cause these niggas
Addicted to retail
Don't wanna pay resale
So we sell drugs
To get designer
Shoes and belts
Can't take it
When we die
So enjoy it
When we live
We don't got a fuck to give
Cause we young
And we dumb
And we looking
For some fun
But I don't got the luxury
No More
Back in pain
Cause I'm
Sleeping on a floor
Tryna see life
Through a hole
In the door
But it feel vacant
And complacent
I don't got a choice
I aspire for greatness
Dog
I gotta be famous
Tired of hatred
Take me from sin
I'm tryna be shameless
But I'm still nameless
This room feel lonely
It's too spacious
How these new niggas
Poppin but they acting brainless
Outrageous
Man I wanna go eat
But I can't tip the waitress
So I gotta choice
Move the product
Or get addicted
To narcotics
Feeling like a prophet
But recording in the closet
This shit has got me broken
I'm just tryna keep it honest
With no money in my wallet
All I got to my name
Is the music Thats composite
The music that I compose
I'm a rose from the concrete
Arose from the concrete
Put the lyrics on the sheet
You can hear it
When my heart beat
So what Am I to do
When they scared of the truth
And that's all that they hear
When I enter the booth
I'm speaking for the use
Put my vocal chords to use
I'm tired of the drugs
Tired of abuse
Young short and skinny
So I gotta keep the deuce
If I keep up with this life
I'ma end up in a noose
It's no use
So I look for inspiration
To stray from the obligation
To stay from these conversations
I pray I'm saved from my damnation
I've got this fucking fixation
With art
And types of creation
Maybe make a life
Off this foundation
Turn my dreams into fruition
In this of sinning
Ima man on a mission
Put the key in the ignition
Cause I Can't stand
These conditions
I been put in a position
Where I Pursue this rendition
Or I'm beat into submission
What I gotta do
To get some bread
For the food
And the money for the rent
Cause these bills is due
I don't got an option
To sit around and look blue
So I gotta boss up
Get the pack tossed up
Gotta pull a Kyrie
Don't get that shit
Crossed up
Red Rose gone drop
Either I'm gone pop
Or I'm gone lose my life
I ain't got no time to stop
When I ain't even got the bread
So do I pull up on the block
Where the thang stay hot
Or do I lay a track
With samples to chop
I arose from concrete
Too cold for them to bother me
When I walk this road
Will my fans follow me
But I came from the cracks
Where these niggas sniff crack
Addicted to swinging packs
On the low
For the wax
Where you see death
On his white horse
In black
Can't even
Get a bakers dozen
Get your muffin pilt back
Cause these niggas
Addicted to retail
Don't wanna pay resale
So we sell drugs
To get designer
Shoes and belts
Can't take it
When we die
So enjoy it
When we live
We don't got a fuck to give
Cause we young
And we dumb
And we looking
For some fun
But I don't got the luxury
No More
Back in pain
Cause I'm
Sleeping on a floor
Tryna see life
Through a hole
In the door
But it feel vacant
And complacent
I don't got a choice
I aspire for greatness
Dog
I gotta be famous
Tired of hatred
Take me from sin
I'm tryna be shameless
But I'm still nameless
This room feel lonely
It's too spacious
How these new niggas
Poppin but they acting brainless
Outrageous
Man I wanna go eat
But I can't tip the waitress
So I gotta choice
Move the product
Or get addicted
To narcotics
Feeling like a prophet
But recording in the closet
This shit has got me broken
I'm just tryna keep it honest
With no money in my wallet
All I got to my name
Is the music Thats composite
The music that I compose
I'm a rose from the concrete
Arose from the concrete
Put the lyrics on the sheet
You can hear it
When my heart beat
So what Am I to do
When they scared of the truth
And that's all that they hear
When I enter the booth
I'm speaking for the use
Put my vocal chords to use
I'm tired of the drugs
Tired of abuse
Young short and skinny
So I gotta keep the deuce
If I keep up with this life
I'ma end up in a noose
It's no use
So I look for inspiration
To stray from the obligation
To stay from these conversations
I pray I'm saved from my damnation
I've got this fucking fixation
With art
And types of creation
Maybe make a life
Off this foundation
Turn my dreams into fruition
In this of sinning
Ima man on a mission
Put the key in the ignition
Cause I Can't stand
These conditions
I been put in a position
Where I Pursue this rendition
Or I'm beat into submission
What I gotta do
To get some bread
For the food
And the money for the rent
Cause these bills is due
I don't got an option
To sit around and look blue
So I gotta boss up
Get the pack tossed up
Gotta pull a Kyrie
Don't get that shit
Crossed up
Red Rose gone drop
Either I'm gone pop
Or I'm gone lose my life
I ain't got no time to stop
When I ain't even got the bread
So do I pull up on the block
Where the thang stay hot
Or do I lay a track
With samples to chop
I arose from concrete
Too cold for them to bother me
When I walk this road
Will my fans follow me
Credits
Writer(s): Young Orpheus
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