ROSE THROUGH THE CONCRETE Lyrics

I wanted to know if you want me to go 'cause maybe somebody else feeling you

If I ever glow, will you kick down the door and prevent me from showing you the truth

Or from stopping my growth, came up from below

Feel entitled, that's really beyond me

They could say what they want, couldn't con me

Been a rose that grew straight from the concrete

Behind all the walls that got covered in plaster

Fake shit, a disaster

Fighting for me and my masters

Truly an activist

You love pain, are you really a masochist

At the start, I did think I was average

Now the life that I'm chasing ain't average

Felt like I was nothing and flipped it to something, now something bigger not an asterisk

Dreaming 'bout models and popping them bottles was never a drink that I'd fill in my cup

When you head to the top, its that feeling your stomach gon get when you're up, all of a sudden it's stuck

Hope you can picture the bitches who are painted like Mona Lisa never gave me attention I longed for

Now my standards are way, way beyond yours

This a grind you start straight from the ground for

I'll be towering up from the top floor

All the problems I didn't look forward to, what I'm keeping my eyes on the road for

Some shawties belong to the streets, are creased, no wonder they all rocking air force

Didn't water the plant when it's ready to grow, now a rose, so what now should I care for

I planted a seed

A rose that grew straight from the concrete, yea

You counting me out is beyond me

Is there anybody

If there's fake walking into my life, then I'd rather nobody beside me

I planted a seed

A rose that grew straight from the concrete, yea

You counting me out is beyond me

Is there anybody

If there's fake walking into my life, then I'd rather nobody beside me

If you part of my past, then you turn to a tense

The pressure I put on the scene is intense

Don't give a fuck 'bout your money and cents, there isn't a point if you don't have the sense

Used to be under appreciated, underrating me always occurring

Before they all looked in the pot I was stirring

Before I updated myself to the current

Before they all knew Dom was him and for certain

Can't fathom the rose coming out from the pavement without a scratch upon the petals

I got battle scars from the times I was scratched by the surface and pushing the pedals

Does she love me so, does she love me not

While I still around with my pen and jot

While Im losing track of my train of thought

I can't sit around for girls, it's me o'oclock

I wanted to know if you want me to go 'cause maybe somebody else feeling you

If I ever glow, will you kick down the door and prevent me from showing you the truth

Or from stopping my growth, came up from below

Feel entitled, that's really beyond me

They could say what they want, couldn't con me

Been a rose that grew straight from the concrete