Listen to Concrète (feat. King Carter) by MIKE

Concrète (feat. King Carter)

MIKE

Hip-Hop/Rap

527 Shazams

Lyrics

It be peaks and declines you know how life get You grinding for your piece of the pie as long as time stretch Do I keep or divide, I ain't decide yet A diamond put a gleam in ya eye, you getting blinded I'm pretty deep in the plot, a lot to digest That grabba be what keeping me hot and prolly light head My patna' said don't speak on the opps we rather digress Or fighting with them demons a lot, we stand besides them Fried grieving them losses and that surprise death Promise that I'll keep it alive, whatever mom meant Sorry if i'm being obnoxious or kinda complex Not too much speaking to God, I be inside stressed Ain't fly, I kept my feet on the block and watched the flock left My pride in completing the job, I gotta drop next That time I spent fiending for props, when it's the process I don't be on the sides, I'm in the contest Write what I seen, no facades, don't need a concept I don't cheese for the bribe, I pree the nonsense Took a while to believe in ya guy, they needed context Spiraling stink of demise I had to find depth Dry with no means to decline but just a mic check I ain't got no means to decline, not in my prime yet These niggas want a piece of the pie, can't get a slice kid Know that mama be in the skies like the comet Lil mama think she sweeter than pie, can't get a slice kid Yeah I had tears in my eyes, I didn't cry since These niggas know I'm bleeding for mine, dying for nonsense Niggas wanna creep in the lime, you ain't blind yet Surprised that I'm speaking in times, niggas is dying The dark where the reaper reside, I'm getting fried with I'm not who you think would abide Allah aligned with I'm gone, when you sing Ima cry, you know how I get I'm not Philippines but I'm fly, you know how Eyedress The crease really be on my mind, you know when I stress My brother really needed his mom, the love was timeless Life gotta be a lil slime, the things that I get Runnin' through the pain it's a'ight, ain't really cry yet Really hard to sleep so I'm fried, alone when I wept These bitches wanna be on the side, I wasn't hiding 'em They know I can't sleep unless I'm high, I'm tryna die lit They know when I peep they ain't sly, they can't hide shit Ride with the team 'til I die, I got my mindset Looking at the gleam in the sky I ain't blind yet Niggas want a piece of the pie, can't get a slice kid I ain't got no means to decline, what MIKE said I ain't got no means to decline
Writer(s): Michael Jordan Bonema, Cheikhuana Bamba Fall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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