Concrete Ceiling

Yeah

Mm

Look

Came from a one-room crib

Fridge light, half shelf

Mama said "pray 'bout it"

I just went and bet on myself

Hand-me-downs, same old fit

Still walked like custom cloth

They was tryna clown my kicks

Now they studyin' how I walk

Never had a silver thing

Had lint, had loose change

Turned every little doubt

To pressure, then to blue flame

They was steady callin' me

Crazy, now they quote the scheme

They was tryna box me in

I broke through a concrete ceiling

I turned pain into profit (yeah)

Turned loss into logic (woo)

Every scar in my pocket

Every "no" in my wallet

I got goals on the dashboard

Got the past in the rearview

If you hate from the back row

I don't even hear you

I turned pain into profit (profit)

Turned loss into logic (logic)

If it ain't 'bout the progress

I ain't in that topic

Never had a safety net

Only had late fees, stress

Letters on the kitchen desk

Red ink, bold text

I was doin' math like

"How we keep the lights on?"

Now the numbers do a dance

Every time the mic on

Friends did a fadeaway

Couldn't take the slow grind

Funny how they circle back

Askin' for a cosign

I just keep the circle small

Day ones, same few

If we never shared the hunger

You can't share the debut

Who gon' ride when the tank on E? (who?)

Who gon' slide when it's just those three? (three)

When the plate too small and the rent too tall

Tell me, who believed in the fall, in the free?

I turned pain into profit (uh)

Turned loss into logic (yeah)

Every scar in my pocket

Every "no" in my wallet

I got goals on the dashboard

Got the past in the rearview

If you hate from the back row

I don't even hear you

I turned pain into profit (profit)

Turned loss into logic (logic)

If it ain't 'bout the progress

I ain't in that topic