Concrete Dynasty Lyrics

Respect to The mafia

Yeah yeah

Blessings to this track by Buddha

Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!

Wraith with the stars out

Trappin' out the boarded house

The bricks get deported out

Niggas grouped out for a shout

Makaveli the Martian

I'ma put your brain up for auction

Precede with caution

Skeleton AP is frosted

I sit back and read the offense

My ho is addicted to faucets

Chanel bag is ostrich

Stay down

Come up in the process

Iced out the clique

Had to freeze the lick

Swift like a flick

I hit 'em with a trick

Slick with the stick

Every move is just a flick

On the grind

Never stick

Aiming for the big pick

Ain't no time for a lick

So much ice

Had to ice the lane

Gain Pain Brain

Insane Train Chain

Maintain Sustain

Chilled to the bone

Had to freeze the lane

Camera rolling

Scarface

Al Capone

Dim the lights

Microphone we've been on

Over thrown From my block

Now back

Guess we're homegrown

Danger zone Cyclone

Metronome

In the zone Tyroneking

Call me Tyrone

No clone in my zone

I'ma keep the bitch on welfare

Pink stone real rare

Stacking cash

No fear

Living without a care

Every move calculated

Making sure it's fair

Rising to the top

Breaking through the atmosphere

Success in every step

Leaving doubters in despair

Yeah

Shining stars

New whips

We own the bars

Swinging doors

With the ladies on lock

Inked and gold

Rockin every block

Uh Fat stacks

Now she knows

Uh For the squad

She's dripping

No ski

Thinking bout posting her

Then delete her

Crew in the field

We don't need no bleachers

Thinking bout posting her

Then delete her

Crew in the field

We don't need no bleachers

Bling bling blaow

Yeah Mama got style

Yeah

Chanel reptile

Player

Geeked on Mars

Gotta give the grace up to God

Three rockstars

Nobody seein the gang

On God

On God we're outshining stars

New whips

We own the bars

Swinging doors

With the ladies on lock

Inked and gold

Rockin every block

Uh Fat stacks

Now she knows

Uh For the squad