Concrète (Feat. King Carter)
Mike
3:54Man And what? They said it would never land and Mans throw a tantrum But never throw our hands on a- Hanged up, lowkey when she hangin' a bit I know I can't remember I got shitty answers to give And what? Shit, this damn luck again Can't love, sick of when you can't trust a friend Pampered, how they got you amped up to switch Bank runs, so all this shit I ran up with twin Gangster, swifty like a panther, I skip Handsome, she want to join the fan club and shit Hand rubs, my sister said the angst come with it Phantom, lot of times I can't judge the real Can't lie, this business is cancer I'm out of state puttin' money on a dancer I know say these niggas love me in Atlanta I'm from the gray, how it's sunny like Fanta Hug me like an anchor Dummy, I could tell that wasn't funny not banter Real ones gettin' damper Niggas just be sayin' stuff and that's what bring me anger You could imitate us but we never get a "Thank you" We only see the shit drown, never get disclaimers Would I put the spliff down, this shit could really save us They crumble and get kicked out, history of labor