Concrete (feat. Breana Marin)

Getting to that bag and I'm always bout that paper And your biggest hater never a stranger If I signed a record deal I would sell my soul To someone that is cold never could be told I don't have to post threats on the fuckin internet Living in a white neighborhood nigga I'm a threat Sitting at ashamed when niggas get a deal At your breaking point when you see mass appeal I have a dream team our goal is to win Not a perfect Christian lord forgive me for my sin Picturing my heart when I'm fighting through the pain This generation sucks they think that it's a game I don't feel the same look how far that I've came When I'm in my feelings I'm staring at the rain Shoutout to my mom and shoutout to my dad Who supports me every time every single chance they had