Concrete Vineyards

Yeah, always knew I'd be the one and never hated Ain't no fun in that This my meditation Serenading having fun with rap I just put the fam on my back I just put my dad on a tat Naturally, I'm on the defense Pass me the ball I'm on the attack Pass me the ball I'm straight to the racks Straight to the front I came from the back Earned a few strikes Got my name from the back Find pretty thing Do my thing from the back If you don't work, can't complain where you at My nephew a King My cousin Lil Cash Coming in first, but I'm making it last Accepting my flaws Don't judge off the past That's the American dream, nigga Ain't it Ain't it Ain't it Come on in, man A thousand miles and running Ten thousand hours double Twenty thousand got it covered Lost like sixty in my luggage You could hate it You could love it Either way, I rise above them Heating up just like an oven Love to listen, but I'm stubborn A gift and a curse The best and the worst Conquered new turf Invested in dirt Putting in the work while giving them work Some left in the hearse Some stepping on earth Milking the game whatever it's worth Stay in a bag and never a purse You are what you eat Geezy a jerk Switch shoes after half I'm Arenas in verse