Rilgood - Concrete Rose Lyrics
feat. ChatterRose from heavenIt's midnight, we still worried1 for the money, 2 for the shameKeep pushing every pins ago1 for the money, 2 for the showLive from the block where the concrete growsThey think I'm cool I'm really notI'm an underdog just like youI was born in the riverWe ain't having sense so we grew militantI done lost my mind, I went berserkPeople I gave love paid me back with hurtPain so deep, too true to fixFeel like Jesus Christ hanging on the crucifixBut I'm too legit, keeping on the hustleLooks can deceive, dunk'em in then struggleThis one's for the kids with no homeLooking for a place to call their ownI don cried then cried, tears for yearsI grind and grind day and nightI pay the price, I pay my life1 for the money, 2 for the shameKeep pushing every pins ago1 for the money, 2 for the showLive from the block where the concrete grows1 for the money, 2 for the shameKeep pushing every pins ago1 for the money, 2 for the showLive from the block where the concrete growsI said we live from the block where the concrete rollLike the jungle grass grows on my tiptoesReaching out for my goals, using my bravadoTill to write the song going gold, el doradoForm the underground but we call ColoradoThis life a trip damn these bones on yo marrowMy tribe stay on point I just watch for the arrowThe ways of a skank look'but I'm fly like dineroCause my eye on the sparrowI'm working overnights kinda like PoltergeistI hustle overtime knowing lovesI pray I'm not wrongI try to read a couple songs for momsI keep my palms clear like the sanitizerRead the proverbs, they say they make me wiserThe bullshit help me groove this is fertilizer1 for the money, 2 for the shameKeep pushing every pins ago1 for the money, 2 for the showLive from the block where the concrete grows1 for the money, 2 for the shameKeep pushing every pins ago1 for the money, 2 for the showLive from the block where the concrete growsAnd my second verse, this one's the worseIt's a table fight and I want the purseAnd I see the other side, they want me hurtAnd the coffin 6 deep in the dirtMan I feel the heat, that's anticipationCall the goons, read the up, precipitationIn the jungle, live from the groundThis s Brooklyn, they don't play around
