Rilgood - Concrete Rose lyrics

rate me

Rose from heaven

It’s midnight, we still worried

1 for the money, 2 for the shame

Keep pushing every pins ago

1 for the money, 2 for the show

Live from the block where the concrete grows

They think I'm cool I'm really not

I'm an underdog just like you

I was born in the river

We ain't having sense so we grew militant

I done lost my mind, I went berserk

People I gave love paid me back with hurt

Pain so deep, too true to fix

Feel like Jesus Christ hanging on the crucifix

But I'm too legit, keeping on the hustle

Looks can deceive, dunk’em in then struggle

This one’s for the kids with no home

Looking for a place to call their own

I don cried then cried, tears for years

I grind and grind day and night

I pay the price, I pay my life

1 for the money, 2 for the shame

Keep pushing every pins ago

1 for the money, 2 for the show

Live from the block where the concrete grows

1 for the money, 2 for the shame

Keep pushing every pins ago

1 for the money, 2 for the show

Live from the block where the concrete grows

I said we live from the block where the concrete roll

Like the jungle grass grows on my tiptoes

Reaching out for my goals, using my bravado

Till to write the song going gold, el dorado

Form the underground but we call Colorado

This life a trip damn these bones on yo marrow

My tribe stay on point I just watch for the arrow

The ways of a skank look…but I'm fly like dinero

Cause my eye on the sparrow

I'm working overnights kinda like Poltergeist

I hustle overtime knowing loves

I pray I'm not wrong

I try to read a couple songs for moms

I keep my palms clear like the sanitizer

Read the proverbs, they say they make me wiser

The bullshit help me groove this is fertilizer

1 for the money, 2 for the shame

Keep pushing every pins ago

1 for the money, 2 for the show

Live from the block where the concrete grows

1 for the money, 2 for the shame

Keep pushing every pins ago

1 for the money, 2 for the show

Live from the block where the concrete grows

And my second verse, this one’s the worse

It’s a table fight and I want the purse

And I see the other side, they want me hurt

And the coffin 6 deep in the dirt

Man I feel the heat, that’s anticipation

Call the goons, read the up, precipitation

In the jungle, live from the ground

This s Brooklyn, they don’t play around