Concrete (feat. Westside Gunn & Termanology)

Aye yo

(Grrr)

Aye yo

Boom-boom-boom-boom

Aye yo, I know some low head status stick you for your horse

No remorse, I weigh the MAC-12 out the Porsche (Grrr)

Surely you and me look alike, I sell brick for sport

We on the Rec' yard some kings stabbed him on the court (Nah)

.40 with the dick make the whole crowd scatter (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)

All my **** rich, from the shooter to the bagger

Balenciaga duffle bag filled with whole slabs (Whole slabs)

Step on these rigs you gettin' toe tagged (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)

TrillStatik, you know this shit dope right? (Dope, right?)

I swear I been fly my whole life (Been fly my whole life)

A **** be paranoid (A **** be paranoid)

I sleep with the pole e'ry night

God is the greatest, looked at my plug like we made it

My style look like Kerry James Marshall painted it (Ah)

I heard your album and I hated it

Fuck it, you need to stop rappin' **** and wait a bit

A bulldog with the leash off

Grabbed the gloves and polished the piece off

Yo fuck homie, he soft

And I'm concrete, realest **** on feet

The shotgun is riding shotgun, I'm feeling complete

Don't ride down Bun's street, it won't end good

I'm triple OG muhfucker, I've been good

From the West Side to Windwood, haters know

You barkin' up the wrong tree, that ain't the way to go

Pull a big thing with them extras out

That's what that big boy flex about, you **** up next, I'm out

'Cause I don't really do this sucka shit

For real, you must not know who you fuckin' with

It's one hundred when you see me

I get Jordans from Mike Jordan, man you **** couldn't be me

I used to have a pocket full of stones, now I got properties and homes

It ain't no stoppin' me, it's on ****

Uh, hangin' out with Bun and West

Grab my gun and vest

100% chance body died, know nothing less

Before the live streams, it was crime scenes

Mercedes Benz with the rims since I was nineteen

Greatest Puerto-Rican rapper since Joe and Pun

You could line up a hunnid and couldn't show me one

Take my time with this verse until I know it's done

My momma had nightmares, they killed her only son

Walked into the store to cop a Limbase

Some kid got shot in his mente, they ended his day

My whip the color of yay, but I don't whip yay

When I did, it was heavy, I had my shit sprayed

Now we streaming on TIDAL, they let this shit play

Made history with my idols, we had a big day

It's TrillStatik 'cause real hip-hop matters

You can bite the idea, but we had it before you had it, facts (Facts)