Concrete
On the concrete, gotta stay on your feet
People don't leave the life that they lead
On the concrete, gotta stay on your feet
People don't live the life that they need
On the concrete, gotta stay on your feet
People don't leave the life that they lead
On the concrete, gotta stay on your feet
People don't live the life that they need
Dropped as a baby I fell out the wagon
Scars on my brain don't need to prove that it happened
Cause I'm down on my luck since the day I was born
All the sufferin that I learned to endure
I observed my surroundings
I didn't get absorbed
No matter where you walked someone was throwin up the four
Askin what street you comin off of Apollo or Darrel
All my family Filipino, kept a bullet in the barrel
If you wasn't sure where you goin next,
I got some homies keepin vests n a Tec
And if you tryna step in my hood then don't flex
And don't come at all if it ain't correct
Bodies float in the canal
Never wear red walkin home from Nevitt
Shit seem wild from the eyes of a child
Gettin jumped there on my own front lawn
Still I made it out but some of my people didn't
Cocaine on the table of the livin room chillin
Man I gotta couple uncles n they all in prison
My cousin TJ gon be lookin real different
But the truth of the matter is, small scale
The whole city in grips, aint no way to prevail
We workin but we poor n somebody makin money
Off the labor off our backs no wonder I feel a dummy
People don't leave the life that they lead
On the concrete, gotta stay on your feet
People don't live the life that they need
On the concrete, gotta stay on your feet
People don't leave the life that they lead
On the concrete, gotta stay on your feet
People don't live the life that they need
Dropped as a baby I fell out the wagon
Scars on my brain don't need to prove that it happened
Cause I'm down on my luck since the day I was born
All the sufferin that I learned to endure
I observed my surroundings
I didn't get absorbed
No matter where you walked someone was throwin up the four
Askin what street you comin off of Apollo or Darrel
All my family Filipino, kept a bullet in the barrel
If you wasn't sure where you goin next,
I got some homies keepin vests n a Tec
And if you tryna step in my hood then don't flex
And don't come at all if it ain't correct
Bodies float in the canal
Never wear red walkin home from Nevitt
Shit seem wild from the eyes of a child
Gettin jumped there on my own front lawn
Still I made it out but some of my people didn't
Cocaine on the table of the livin room chillin
Man I gotta couple uncles n they all in prison
My cousin TJ gon be lookin real different
But the truth of the matter is, small scale
The whole city in grips, aint no way to prevail
We workin but we poor n somebody makin money
Off the labor off our backs no wonder I feel a dummy
Credits
Writer(s): Jesus Gutierrez
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