Concrete

Hate the God if you want, you gon respect the pen Atheism don't make you exempt Swam so deep in my sorrows I'm surprised I didn't grow a fin Fill a cup for the ones that you miss And lift the bottle to the moon for you pour it on the concrete And lift the bottle to the moon for you pour it on the concrete Been gone so long did they ever exist I danced with the demons it's not a simile Battle scares on my face sustain the memories Everyday felt like a penalty More legs to this marathon than a centipede Are you hearing me Nothing on this planet putting fear in me You either crazy or you die when you ascend it's no conspiracy It's flattering how they mirror me You gon crease my shoes tryna wear em, no way you fitting these I'm eye to eye with Socrates You niggas finally got your day in the booth and made a mockery You ought a show some modesty You made a living stealing styles, and you still ain't eating properly Sold your soul, ain't even go gold Ima stick to the script keep the following cult And If the money never come who inspired the most And I ain't signing no deals you can't acquire the goat Even when things are terrible I'm reminded I'm a parable, the pain isn't comparable To lessons learned, in this realm I transcend I was forged in a metal that adversity can't bend Hate the God if you want, you gon respect the pen Atheism don't make you exempt Swam so deep in my sorrows I'm surprised I didn't grow a fin Fill a cup for the ones that you miss And lift the bottle to the moon for you pour it on the concrete And lift the bottle to the moon for you pour it on the concrete Been gone so long did they ever exist I can't lose