Concrete Vineyards ft. Van Dough Lyrics

Yeah, always knew I'd be the one and never hated

Ain't no fun in that

This my meditation

Serenading having fun with rap

I just put the fam on my back

I just put my dad on a tat

Naturally, I'm on the defense

Pass me the ball

I'm on the attack

Pass me the ball

I'm straight to the racks

Straight to the front

I came from the back

Earned a few strikes

Got my name from the back

Find pretty thing

Do my thing from the back

If you don't work, can't complain where you at

My nephew a King

My cousin Lil Cash

Coming in first, but I'm making it last

Accepting my flaws

Don't judge off the past

That's the American dream, nigga

Ain't it

Ain't it

Ain't it

Come on in, man

A thousand miles and running

Ten thousand hours double

Twenty thousand got it covered

Lost like sixty in my luggage

You could hate it

You could love it

Either way, I rise above them

Heating up just like an oven

Love to listen, but I'm stubborn

A gift and a curse

The best and the worst

Conquered new turf

Invested in dirt

Putting in the work while giving them work

Some left in the hearse

Some stepping on earth

Milking the game whatever it's worth

Stay in a bag and never a purse

You are what you eat

Geezy a jerk

Switch shoes after half

I'm Arenas in verse