He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,
Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers
Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids
I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,
Normally i order three or four of these
See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas
And a finger in the middle that i leave em with
U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!
In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was
Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money
Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three
Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw
So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go
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