Rose from heaven
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It's midnight, we still worried
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1 for the money, 2 for the shame
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Keep pushing every pins ago
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1 for the money, 2 for the show
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Live from the block where the concrete grows
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They think I'm cool I'm really not
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I'm an underdog just like you
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I was born in the river
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We ain't having sense so we grew militant
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I done lost my mind, I went berserk
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People I gave love paid me back with hurt
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Pain so deep, too true to fix
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Feel like Jesus Christ hanging on the crucifix
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But I'm too legit, keeping on the hustle
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Looks can deceive, dunk'em in then struggle
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This one's for the kids with no home
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Looking for a place to call their own
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I don cried then cried, tears for years
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I grind and grind day and night
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I pay the price, I pay my life
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1 for the money, 2 for the shame
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Keep pushing every pins ago
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1 for the money, 2 for the show
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Live from the block where the concrete grows
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1 for the money, 2 for the shame
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Keep pushing every pins ago
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1 for the money, 2 for the show
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Live from the block where the concrete grows
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I said we live from the block where the concrete roll
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Like the jungle grass grows on my tiptoes
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Reaching out for my goals, using my bravado
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Till to write the song going gold, el dorado
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Form the underground but we call Colorado
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This life a trip damn these bones on yo marrow
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My tribe stay on point I just watch for the arrow
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The ways of a skank look'but I'm fly like dinero
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Cause my eye on the sparrow
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I'm working overnights kinda like Poltergeist
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I hustle overtime knowing loves
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I pray I'm not wrong
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I try to read a couple songs for moms
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I keep my palms clear like the sanitizer
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Read the proverbs, they say they make me wiser
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The bullshit help me groove this is fertilizer
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1 for the money, 2 for the shame
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Keep pushing every pins ago
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1 for the money, 2 for the show
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Live from the block where the concrete grows
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1 for the money, 2 for the shame
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Keep pushing every pins ago
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1 for the money, 2 for the show
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Live from the block where the concrete grows
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And my second verse, this one's the worse
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It's a table fight and I want the purse
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And I see the other side, they want me hurt
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And the coffin 6 deep in the dirt
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Man I feel the heat, that's anticipation
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Call the goons, read the up, precipitation
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In the jungle, live from the ground
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This s Brooklyn, they don't play around
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Concrete Rose
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| Rilgood |
