He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,
Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids
Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love
So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go
Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though
To make karma come faster than she normally will
Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.
Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city
The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three
It's only one round, two or three i don't need it
Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit
Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,
Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give
Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind
And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child
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