Concrete Roses

Love she don't live here no more
I'm from south Florida but my heart is so cold
Young na thuggin, stay clutching they pole
Nothing to lose so we snatching out souls
Love she don't live here no more
Fk na smoke but he don't want our smoke
Even when I'm lackin my bro got his pole
Smoking on OG, she snorting on blow
Designer my boxers, designer my clothes
U a nosey ass na get punched in your nose
Ain't wifin no hos, cause my last bih chose
Charge it to the game, that just how the sh*t goes
Me and my racks are relationship goals
Blow out her back, that bih curling her toes
Imma rookie in the game but I ball like the pros
Raised in the streets but the concrete grew rose



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Loubeau
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