Rise from the Concrete

You want that boy or that girl or the farmers line

Ain’t with that hating shit my nigga I’m just tryna shine

And move my family out the hood so I could get what’s mine

Might buy a couple foreign whips and switch from line to line

Ima put that AP on my wrist I’m talking one of nine

And I’ll be damn if a nigga tryna take what’s mine

Cuz that shit dead Lil nigga

Keep one to the head Lil nigga

Don’t step to me bout nothing else if ain’t no bread Lil nigga

All about brown paper bag Nigga fettuccine

Can’t even spell that fucking car but I need Lamborghini

With the butterfly doors so them niggas see me

My neck and wrist flooded with ice yea these diamonds VVS

Had dirty stains up on my shirt but now this bitch is Fendi

Remember me that me broke Lil nigga