C.A.R.T.I - Rose Out of Concrete Lyrics

I'm a 7th street hustler
Catch me in a dice game with the jugglers
Surrounded by the addicts who accustomed us
To looking at everyone who comes through now as customers
What's become of us, it's a dark cloud amongst us
Cops circling the block because they want us, to prolly slip with the yopper and the clip
But it's murdertown and now even coppers a get hit
Spin ya block and get it lit
Drop five in ya Nissan
And I don't care if I hit the side that ya niece on
You prolly thinking inside what is he on
Jewelry dripping, story different, banned from tv
See round here it get worse than when n.o.r.e spitten
Corner drifting, traffic like it's rush hour
A drought shit we don't trip we got enough powder
And el chapo a be less than 30 minutes
I move work out the mud that's dirty business
I'm from a city filled with hustlers and go gettas
Where we breed new shooters and old killers
The block's filled with zombies out here it's old thriller
It's bout to be a long ass summer and cold winter
Cuz these people getting perked out, babies having babies, dark cloud over the city that's turning people crazy but nah you ain't seen nothing pretty as I, a Rose Out Of Concrete, the city is mine
Whoever said oil and water don't mix was a damn lie
Cuz I can take this Pyrex and make a damn pie
Take it out and let the tan dry
I look around like shit I got it locked by a landslide
Asking for a mixtape they waiting for the coke to dry
So I'm stuck between two worlds with open eyes
I gotta get cake though so to no surprise
I'm a pitch weight till I go and sign
You know my strip real and they support like you'll get that deal through this high risk community where they getting killed
So we slanging crack weed and different pills
Or be out here in these streets hungry missing meals never that
Boston George let my cheddar stack
Two twins on speed dial that's a pleasure pack
Clever cat can get it lit on a calm street
You are now witnessing a Rose Out Of Concrete
I'm from a city filled with hustlers and go gettas
Where we breed new shooters and old killers
The block's filled with zombies out here it's old thriller
It's bout to be a long ass summer and cold winter
Cuz these people getting perked out, babies having babies, dark cloud over the city That's turning people crazy but nah you ain't seen nothing pretty as I, a Rose Out Of Concrete, the city is mine