Concrete
Coming from the city, I grew up in the trap
Everywhere you looked everyone was doing crack
You were either selling or getting hooked on that
Went and got some money so I let it stack
I ain't the one to be fucked wit
I ain't the type to be public
I'm moving in silence, I can get violent
All by my lonely wassup wit it
I don't do shit to be cool
No I don't follow the rules
I stay by myself, nobody else
That's just the way that I move
I'm making my money regardless
Bitch you's a dummy, retarded
I can never fuck yo bitch
I ain't fuckin wit no garbage
Claim you on fire, what you about
Smack the dawg shit out yo mouth
Fuckin with me you's a fool
I'm letting my hoes put you out
Coming from the city, I grew up in the trap
Everywhere you looked everyone was doing crack
You were either selling or getting hooked on that
Went and got some money so I let it stack
Coming from the city, I grew up in the trap
Everywhere you looked everyone was doing crack
You were either selling or getting hooked on that
Went and got some money so I let it stack
I'm stacking my money, cause it wasn't funny, my days were not sunny, growing up poor
Looking so slummy, and feeling so grumpy and I wasn't lucky, I slept on the floor
I was so hungry, the food was so yummy, I'm stuffing my tummy, but there was no more
I was so clumsy, my mom was so fussy, and I had nobody, was hurt to the core
Things that I done so I could get by
It wasn't fun, there were times that I cried
I did not run, had to man up to fly
I had no gun, but I still had my pride
Was stealing for 3, so all us could eat
If I got caught, my ass would get beat
I'm hitting up Justin to hop the beat
He get to bustin', he's packing the heat
Y'all ain't fuckin wit me please
Had to keep it real that's how I feel
Y'all bugging Imma beast
I would struggle, but your bitch would snuggle
Right beside my feet
The shit I rap I do, I'm not fool who do it for a view
Just to be cool, you pussies sweet
I see how you coming, ain't nobody busting, you running
I tell em you go forest
You claiming you getting your bread up, I'm fed up
Bitch you ain't got nothing to show for it
Your shit don't be making no sense to be honest with you
I can't be wasting my time
I must express this, I can't be investing, in these people
Who too broke to pay any mind
You claiming you fucking these bitches, you fronting
You fucking the same bitch, the fuck is you lying
You don't be getting no cash when you sit on your ass
And that's facts, you all cap, you's a lie
You bitches be bluffin, you ain't on shit you's a bitch
How the fuck do you function
How can you switch, you turned to a snitch
Bitch I'm the shit, no discussion
I step in the room and you feeling my presence
If I'm looking down then don't ask me no questions
I got me my daughter I swear she's a blessing
I'm switching the tone so I sound more aggressive
Leaving the booth, I'm done with the session
I'm telling you I'm not one to mess with
Watch who you bully, cause I'm not a freshman
I am the teacher and class is in session
Coming from the city, I grew up in the trap
Everywhere you looked everyone was doing crack
You were either selling or getting hooked on that
Went and got some money so I let it stack
Bring that shit back cause I'm ready to spaz
The flow is so sick, so put on your mask
Don't fuck with no hoes cause they get too attached
And the ones that I fucked with, they treat me like trash
I'm feeling myself, I'm just in my bag
Speaking of bag, pay me in cash
Crazy to think they'd cut off the gas
Look at me now that shit make me laugh
Taking a flight to France for a croissant
Swear I don't, gotta dance to moon walk
I'm taking off I ain't talking no spaceship
Not making money then just don't say shit
You're not grinding swear that you lost me
With my trust you better not cross me
Paid all my dues don't know what it costs me
I know how it is I came from the concrete
Everywhere you looked everyone was doing crack
You were either selling or getting hooked on that
Went and got some money so I let it stack
I ain't the one to be fucked wit
I ain't the type to be public
I'm moving in silence, I can get violent
All by my lonely wassup wit it
I don't do shit to be cool
No I don't follow the rules
I stay by myself, nobody else
That's just the way that I move
I'm making my money regardless
Bitch you's a dummy, retarded
I can never fuck yo bitch
I ain't fuckin wit no garbage
Claim you on fire, what you about
Smack the dawg shit out yo mouth
Fuckin with me you's a fool
I'm letting my hoes put you out
Coming from the city, I grew up in the trap
Everywhere you looked everyone was doing crack
You were either selling or getting hooked on that
Went and got some money so I let it stack
Coming from the city, I grew up in the trap
Everywhere you looked everyone was doing crack
You were either selling or getting hooked on that
Went and got some money so I let it stack
I'm stacking my money, cause it wasn't funny, my days were not sunny, growing up poor
Looking so slummy, and feeling so grumpy and I wasn't lucky, I slept on the floor
I was so hungry, the food was so yummy, I'm stuffing my tummy, but there was no more
I was so clumsy, my mom was so fussy, and I had nobody, was hurt to the core
Things that I done so I could get by
It wasn't fun, there were times that I cried
I did not run, had to man up to fly
I had no gun, but I still had my pride
Was stealing for 3, so all us could eat
If I got caught, my ass would get beat
I'm hitting up Justin to hop the beat
He get to bustin', he's packing the heat
Y'all ain't fuckin wit me please
Had to keep it real that's how I feel
Y'all bugging Imma beast
I would struggle, but your bitch would snuggle
Right beside my feet
The shit I rap I do, I'm not fool who do it for a view
Just to be cool, you pussies sweet
I see how you coming, ain't nobody busting, you running
I tell em you go forest
You claiming you getting your bread up, I'm fed up
Bitch you ain't got nothing to show for it
Your shit don't be making no sense to be honest with you
I can't be wasting my time
I must express this, I can't be investing, in these people
Who too broke to pay any mind
You claiming you fucking these bitches, you fronting
You fucking the same bitch, the fuck is you lying
You don't be getting no cash when you sit on your ass
And that's facts, you all cap, you's a lie
You bitches be bluffin, you ain't on shit you's a bitch
How the fuck do you function
How can you switch, you turned to a snitch
Bitch I'm the shit, no discussion
I step in the room and you feeling my presence
If I'm looking down then don't ask me no questions
I got me my daughter I swear she's a blessing
I'm switching the tone so I sound more aggressive
Leaving the booth, I'm done with the session
I'm telling you I'm not one to mess with
Watch who you bully, cause I'm not a freshman
I am the teacher and class is in session
Coming from the city, I grew up in the trap
Everywhere you looked everyone was doing crack
You were either selling or getting hooked on that
Went and got some money so I let it stack
Bring that shit back cause I'm ready to spaz
The flow is so sick, so put on your mask
Don't fuck with no hoes cause they get too attached
And the ones that I fucked with, they treat me like trash
I'm feeling myself, I'm just in my bag
Speaking of bag, pay me in cash
Crazy to think they'd cut off the gas
Look at me now that shit make me laugh
Taking a flight to France for a croissant
Swear I don't, gotta dance to moon walk
I'm taking off I ain't talking no spaceship
Not making money then just don't say shit
You're not grinding swear that you lost me
With my trust you better not cross me
Paid all my dues don't know what it costs me
I know how it is I came from the concrete
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Writer(s): Ikwan Cleaves
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