Concrete by E-40
I was throwing a game with a shield and a sword
Started having money, buying things that I used to couldn't afford
At the beginning of my mannishness, I was the mannish-itz
I bought a nickel plated four fift'
Dautons, Granadas, Caddys and Fairlanes
Chevy, Impalas, Cutlass and Mustang
Donkey rows, jewelry like a Pharaoh
Troop jackets, DBoy Apparel
Hop, we speak, coke, whatever you need
You ought to add subtract but can barely read
No, I can't, yes, I did, no, I didn't
You think I'll be dead or successful or in prison
Triple beam scared while I was flipping the goop
Hella clientele, I was getting my loot
Concrete, I ain't made of feathers
Tear shit up just like some angry protesters
I come from the streets
Where they play for keeps
The strong and the weak
Gotta be concrete
I'm from the streets
Where every day they leak
Ambulance and police
Gotta be concrete
He started out fast, he came in last, went outta gas
But he was winning at first, what you call a person like that?
A quarter horse, enter the game and came when I left, a tortoise
That's domino talk, man, you a man, of course
You still in the game? Nah, we divorced
You make any change? No remorse
You're full of shit just like a port-a-potty
His hustle game's sloppy, tricking off them boppies
I'm for what's right, maybe that's what's wrong
That's what I was just telling my little homie on the phone
Be a leader, not a follower
And if you're going to be a follower, follow the right leader
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