Текст песни The Coup - Hard Concrete
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While growing up in the ghettoMy time went fastsee I be stealing from the grown upsrunning from the tasksas i dash through the grass everydayskipping classmy daddy dont be trippingso you can kiss my asspass the doogie doobie lefthand sideonly nine years old getting high getting highI wonder why my teacher`s sweating meI did my history It dont relate to memy gpa 1.3see i remember places the names streets datesanybody rolling with stolen license platesbut if that faked out of date shitwasnt in my way ask me anything or where im from i bet i get an A minusin fact i am the finestcounting male faster than you can say your highnessdont combat me with dryness cos i know the definition of any slang wordso what`s that synonym you`re wishing?I want to be a lawyeraccused of a liar like LaToyaso im dropping the fourth gradeslinging lemonadeI am my own keepera young o`erachieverten cents a cup, im a gonna have to leave that shit to beavernow I lay me down to sleepcos i cant eat my noodles rightdead bodies every other nightwe fucking up the appetitetragedy is an everyday thingput on a video game sit some timeif i can stand the paingive me the knowledge from the streetnow watch me learn itI went to get a job but too young for a work permitdont come my way (fool)I might just have to gackthey say we growing up fastbut we just dying fasterchorusalways dropping the good or villain copslam the child on the hard concreterepeatWell it`s June 17th it couldnt have came to me no quicker11 years old my chest a little thickerhow you figgermy life is gonna be bigger and betterwhen that path im rolling on is similar to that crooked letteronce i get a better viewto check out that avenueits drug infested planted there just for me to be testedon the hard concretenow it`s three years latercame for me literally caught me up stacking that refrigeratoratorcatching shirley down the blockin the bucketshe stepped to the back that`s when i stuck it fuck itmy first piece of buttit was just my luckcause nine months later at my door she showed updamn I was stuck reminiscing in my seatI just turned sixteen but to meit`s not sweetno edumaction this combination of ghetto lifeis a straine pass the ben gay creamEighteen looking as old as Don KingThe indo in my brainkeep asking my how many years is it until my life expectancywell let`s seeanother three done take awayand now the hustling games a part of me everydaymy life is on the linefool you can catch my fistcos any other placecan be a better place than thisim now dismissedmy body hit the concretethe bullet had no nameas it was introduced to methe next morning headline front pageyoung man shot cos of death of ageTry to rise above it all or drown in ...chorusman this is really something repeat