Concrete Streets

I came up quick,

no drama in my tone Same postcode,

same grind, still carving my own No gimmicks on the mic,

just truths I’ve grown If you want it,

take steps—don’t wait for a throne (yeah)

I write bars on the bus,

seat shaking from the road Rain on the window,

still warm when I’m cold Mum said keep it straight,

so I sharpen the code Friends split ways,

I stayed and I towed I don’t beg for a look,

I put work on the page Talk less,

move more, let it cook on the stage If you test man’s

heart, you’ll get truth,

not rage I been quiet,

but I’m ready to turn the next page (uh)

Hold tight—breathe in, let the doubt fall back Two steps forward,

never fold when it’s black I don’t chase their chat,

I just chase my track When the lights go up,

I’m the proof of that (ooh)

I came up quick,

no drama in my tone Same postcode,

same grind, still carving my own No gimmicks on the mic,

just truths I’ve grown If you want it,

take steps—don’t wait for a throne (yeah)

I seen man

switch sides for a seat at a table Smile in your face,

then they act unstable I keep it clean,

still the talk gets fatal So I mind my circle,

keep the line unbreakable No hero cape,

just a hood and a plan I learned hard lessons from the

older man If the road gets steep,

I don’t slow, I expand Put pride

on mute, let the proof do the jam (rah)

Quiet for a moment,

let the room hear me

If I lose my way,

I still come back clearly No crown on my head,

but the craft stays near me I’m built from the days nobody

came to cheer me (ahhhh)

I came up quick,

no drama in my tone Same postcode,

same grind, still carving my own No gimmicks on the mic,

just truths I’ve grown If you want it,

take steps—don’t wait for a throne (yeah)