Concrete Rose Lyrics

Came up from the concrete

We be where the cons creep

I don't know about you but I can't lose I keep it on me

That's on me

I'ma get a mill that's on meek

In the field that's all week

Keep it real they all weak

Niggas know what up

Choppa on my waist you know my pole been tucked

Run up then that pole go up

The streets they got me oh so numb

Don't feel nun

We be posted up with them real guns

Ain't afraid your soul go up must feel dumb

Don't fuck with a nigga

I don't fuck with you niggas

I treat my glock just like a bitch stay finger fucking the trigger

It ain't bout money it ain't nothing I'm tryn touch me a figure

One run up that's one and done

We don't do no one on ones

Coming up adjusted us survival built into my nugget

Fuck it

I just steady clutch I'll up it

Niggas ain't on nothing

Tryna make sure that they name is public

They gon do it for clout like Cardi B

Pardon me

I'm just running my mouth

Off a bean I'm bout my beans he owe I'm hawking him down

Talk of the town I gotta make it fuck the beef that's really not what it's about

Lately I been all alone

Lately I been on my own

Got some niggas dead and in the feds it costs to call my phone

If you ain't gon slide ready to die then you can't call me bro

This shit life and death this type of stress will make you wanna go

On the go I'm on the move

I still got a lot to prove

If it ain't bout music I can't let them put me on the news

Saw some dudes lose they life to violence could've lost mine too

I'll be damned can't let another man knock me off my two

I'm never folding

Bout respect I'm sliding on whoever want it

Came up from the concrete

It wasn't supposed to grow no roses

I'm just staying focused I feel chosen know them doors gon open

Came up from the concrete

We be where the cons creep

I don't know about you but I can't lose I keep it on me

That's on me

I'ma get a mill that's on meek

In the field that's all week

Keep it real they all weak

Niggas know what up

Choppa on my waist you know my pole been tucked

Run up then that pole go up

The streets they got me oh so numb

Don't feel nun

We be posted up with them real guns

Ain't afraid your soul go up must feel dumb

Don't fuck with a nigga

I don't fuck with you niggas

I treat my glock just like a bitch stay finger fucking the trigger

It ain't bout money it ain't nothing I'm tryn' touch me a figure

One run up that's one and done

We don't do no one on ones

Coming up adjusted us survival built into my nugget

Fuck it

I just steady clutch I'll up it

Niggas ain't on nothing

Tryna make sure that they name is public