Concrete Petals

They sayin' how the fuck you make it here Lookin' at all the charges that they tried
To face us with Lookin' down at the bottom, they tried the
Places there Rose out of the concrete, cuz I hate it here
Lookin' up at the clock, I know my time is near Knew I was done with the block when I

Lost my homies there I wear my heart on my sleeve, so a lot of
Tears I share And I gotta carry my Glock, cuz I know that
Life ain't fair And I never sell my soul for the riches
Told my homie that we gotta get out these trenches

Nine times out of ten, these niggas dyin' cuz of bitches
They don't carry regular pistols, these niggas ridin' round with switches
I gotta get me one, cuz judge me by twelve I'd rather go to hell to see my mama bury
Her Only son, she had to hook me through a cell

And niggas don't know how I feel, thug the steel
What you know about poppin' another pill All this pain and this depression on your
Mind to make it real Plus these niggas tryna kill
I gotta get better, I'm tryna drill, nigga



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Writer(s): Anthony Staley
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