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It's the mafia Blockworks 227 Creature gang Let's get it Acquired taste for the finer things, the finer cuisine While others do it online for the streams Posting comments and memes Love the sound when that money counter cha-ching It's Concrete, you know the drama we bring Me and Con the Machine embody the Mafia theme What else? Now my Damiere Lou' Vuitton and Supreme Are you in Detroit, Motor City? I run DMC, these niggas better get down with the kings Six mile runs from Sconey Island to Queens They got me back on my Quran, on my knee A hundred pints of the clean Pour up a three, remix the Sprite with codeine Love how the light hit off the ice when it gleam Before the shines and the bling Was '96 Dame, Shawn, and Kareem Shot Johnny around the corner from my Auntie Willene Ladder in my double nine-M, Glock with the beam He had 'em thinking he was him, but shit is not what it seems It's Concrete, who you know more streeter than me? SongtexteWith no yeast, so street, a nigga everything he seeming to be Read 'em and weep, we open shop, and OT on a spree It's Concreature Boldy Blocks, the king of the D How she in love, still sleeping with me? Two hundred fives, twenty fifties, ten hundreds, I was keeping it G Now, who you know more streeter than me? With no yeast, so street, a nigga everything he seeming to be Uh, that Gucci North Face intersecting like a figure eight Homies in competition, bro, I ain't know that this was a race I thought that we was in it for the cake That's that gold trimming on these plates, these ain't microwave safe Baby, conventional oven, still cook up the old way Pen and pad my logo and the barcode is on my weed bag Packaging affect the prices Plus they calling anything zaza, that bullshit hype And I'm an OG, bro, I smoke that chronic I pull up something iconic Born finer, sipping wine in Napa Valley when I found it Hellbent on driving and heaven sent me to buy it I keep money piling up and feeding all of my desires She drowning in the fountain of flyness, I am the real He tried to hide that bitch in him, it came out, gender reveal Great white verse the seal Tim Hardaway air ain't like this, boy, I got them skills That crossover could kill Called out my lane and chilled I make it to spend it like I was billing rims I'm from New Orleans where we all love Soulja Slim My nigga Boldy just flew in from the Detroit lion's den Sharp as ninja stars in these flying cars, me and him Pieces on the wall cost a leg or arm, lose a limb If you ain't bought no Rolex for your dogs, you ain't a boss at all We on a jet, finna take off We watching Charles and Charles Collaboration like that Bape with KAWS I'm rolling up them RAWs Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, we keep the E in it, Chevys on switches Nigga, we smoking weed in it, don't post me in your pictures We had the c— we had the cold air going? Shit just wasn't doing shit I don't know I don't hear it in the headphones, bro [?][3:20] I was never gon' hear that shit You hear it? Yup, I don't hear the beat, but I hear, I hear us What all y'all got from the— Should I have looked at that? Should I have made a play first? What, you wanna eat first? It's gonna get cold otherwise Yeah, put— put— just put it back on on the speaker, let me see what's happening Yeah Let me see what's happening over there, man Why not? Why not? Aus Songtexte Mania