Rose from heaven
It's midnight, we still worried
1 for the money, 2 for the shame
Keep pushing every pins ago
1 for the money, 2 for the show
Live from the block where the concrete grows
They think I'm cool I'm really not
I'm an underdog just like you
I was born in the river
We ain't having sense so we grew militant
I done lost my mind, I went berserk
People I gave love paid me back with hurt
Pain so deep, too true to fix
Feel like Jesus Christ hanging on the crucifix
But I'm too legit, keeping on the hustle
Looks can deceive, dunk'em in then struggle
This one's for the kids with no home
Looking for a place to call their own
I don cried then cried, tears for years
I grind and grind day and night
I pay the price, I pay my life
1 for the money, 2 for the shame
Keep pushing every pins ago
1 for the money, 2 for the show
Live from the block where the concrete grows
1 for the money, 2 for the shame
Keep pushing every pins ago
1 for the money, 2 for the show
Live from the block where the concrete grows
I said we live from the block where the concrete roll
Like the jungle grass grows on my tiptoes
Reaching out for my goals, using my bravado
Till to write the song going gold, el dorado
Form the underground but we call Colorado
This life a trip damn these bones on yo marrow
My tribe stay on point I just watch for the arrow
The ways of a skank look'but I'm fly like dinero
Cause my eye on the sparrow
I'm working overnights kinda like Poltergeist
I hustle overtime knowing loves
I pray I'm not wrong
I try to read a couple songs for moms
I keep my palms clear like the sanitizer
Read the proverbs, they say they make me wiser
The bullshit help me groove this is fertilizer
1 for the money, 2 for the shame
Keep pushing every pins ago
1 for the money, 2 for the show
Live from the block where the concrete grows
1 for the money, 2 for the shame
Keep pushing every pins ago
1 for the money, 2 for the show
Live from the block where the concrete grows
And my second verse, this one's the worse
It's a table fight and I want the purse
And I see the other side, they want me hurt
And the coffin 6 deep in the dirt
Man I feel the heat, that's anticipation
Call the goons, read the up, precipitation
In the jungle, live from the ground
This s Brooklyn, they don't play around