Lyrics 2.75 - Jay Cinema

Like a rose in the concrete
Can't bite every apple that grew from the tree
Niggas switch colors like the leaves
Guarantee I been avoiding my enemies
Keep the same circle of niggas that I hang with
Dipped from the flood quick
Got it out the mud, had to shift
Been tired still inspired
By the things that I see on the daily
Never letting hard times change me
Days I was in the crib feeling angry
Bout nothing
Head full of substance, stomach need something
Head to the sky as the money plummets
We all itchin for some hunnits, who gonna grab it
Face to face with distractions
Running past it, been passive
We all shooting stars tryna make it magic
But now all I got is 2.75, asking the bus driver for a ride