Concrete Kings

[Intro] Concrete and chrome, that's where I'm from Papa's hands tell stories of what he's done Marxloh nights, factory lights Now I'm in the club, making different type of fights [Verse 1] Started from the bottom where the steel mills grind Papa worked them shifts while mama lost her mind Now I'm at the table where them bottles shine Making moves silent, yeah I took my time From assembly lines to VIP signs Different kind of hustle but the same bloodline They wonder how I made it, think I'm telling lies But street smarts got me here, now I'm living fly [Chorus] Concrete Kings, yeah we run this shit From factory kids to where the money hits Concrete Kings, now we own the night Papa built with steel, I built with party lights Scheiss egal, we gonna make it right From Duisburg streets straight to the high life [Verse 2] Turkish gold around my neck, I flex it clean Remember days when mama couldn't buy no jeans Now I'm signing checks where them stars convene Built an empire from these streets, you know what I mean They call me boss now, funny how shit change Factory boy to club king, ain't that strange? Immigrant hustle running through my veins Papa taught me grind, streets taught me game [Bridge] From steel dust to champagne trust Survival wasn't pretty but we did what we must Now we eating good, yeah we breaking bread While they wondering how we got so far ahead [Chorus] Concrete Kings, yeah we run this shit From factory kids to where the money hits Concrete Kings, now we own the night Papa built with steel, I built with party lights Scheiss egal, we gonna make it right From Duisburg streets straight to the high life [Outro] For my people still grinding in them mills This is how we flip it, this is how we build Concrete to crystal, that's the master plan Factory son to businessman, damn