[Verse 1:]

I was threw in the game with a shield and a sword

Started having money, buying things I used to couldn't afford

At the beginning of my mannishness I was the mannishest

I bought a nickel-plated .45th

Falcons, Granadas, Caddies and Fairlanes

Chevy Impalas, Cutlass and Mustangs

Donkey rolls, jewelry like a pharaoh

Troop jackets, d-boy apparel

Hop, weed, speed, coke, whatever you need

Knew how to add and subtract but barely can read

No, I can't - Yes, I did - No, I didn't

Either gon' be dead or successful or imprisoned

Triple beam scale, I was flipping the goup

Hella clientele, I was getting my loot

Concrete, I ain't made of feathers

Tear shit up just like some angry protesters

[Hook]

I come from the streets

Where they play for keeps

The strong and the weak

Gotta be concrete

I'm from the streets

Where every day they leak

Ambulance and police

Gotta be concrete

[Verse 2:]

He started off fast, came in last ran out of gas, but he was winning at first

What you call a person like that? A quarter horse

Entered the game and can't run a lap, a t-tortoise

That's domino talk, mayne, you mack - O-of course

You still in the game? Nah, we divorced

You make any change? No remorse

He full of shit just like a porter potty

His hustle game sloppy, triggered off on them boppies

I'm from what's right, maybe that's what's wrong

That's what I was just telling my little homie on the phone

Be a leader not a follower

If you will be a follower, follow the right leader

Stop thinking with your peter

My peter? Yeah, your dick

Why? A chick'll get you hit

Keep your eye on the sparrow

Get cornered and ambushed, they'll limit your space, your space is narrow

[Verse 3:]

He put his foot where his mouth is - good riddance

Gunned him down in the drive-through of Kentucky Fried Chicken

They wasn't gangbanging, but they was set-tripping

Ate him up real good, but he still living

The victim's parent's lawyer on the case for real

Try'na put the nigga that did it behind bars to make him pay they doctor's bill

But the shooter a monster, he hella feared

So ain't nobody talking, listen here

And not only that, but the victim don't want nobody saying nothing anyway

Because when he get out and get his shit together

He gon' put them niggas under the weather

When it comes to feuding and funking gotta be clever

Beef and commotion and drastic measures

From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet

I don't know about you, but I'mma stay concrete

Biatch