Lyrics Koncrete Roses - Konsept the Emcee

I see death around the corner, just a skinny killa from the Chi
K-O-N-S-E-P-T, Mr. 1989
Raised on the north, then I took it to the southside
Slipping at the lips they leave you with ya mouth wide
All alone, Kon's World, everybody want up in it
For the paper, like these women, baby I just wanna get it
Told her lemme get it up, I'ma need about a minute
Hard dick from the dollars, then she love the way I hit it
Momma never told me there'd be days like this
Manifest my dreams, pen and page my bliss
Remember hard times I was sleeping on the couch
Told her moment I get on I'ma get her ass a house
Moment I get on I'ma get her something clean
Skrrt, skrrt no dust, I'll retire triple beams
Eating with the team, baby girl this is gang shit
They don't understand as if I was speaking spanglish
Hardly understand like I speak a different language
When they don't comprehend all the hustle and the anguish
Probably never seen the inside of a trap
That's where a nigga had to live, dead roaches and the rats
But I kept my head high knowing something had to crack
Spent a couple racks knowing I would get it all back
Laid down tracks, fell off, but I'm on the bounce back
All these rappers want the throne, I'm like "Where's my crown at?"

And it all falls down for me (it all falls down for me baby)
And it all falls down for me (shit, I'm here to pick it right back up)
And it all falls down for me (yup, yup)
Koncrete Roses
Koncrete Roses
Koncrete Roses
Koncrete Roses

Saying the truth is hard to swallow, but I drink it out the bottle
Trying to gas me up, but these feelings have got me hollow
Women switching for grams, but I find it hard to follow
Born in Stroger hospital, this the heart of Chicago
Chilling with the vatos, sitting high in them Tahoes
Coronas with the tacos, feeling up on the top hoes
I got those luxurious dreams of sleeping on top floor
Ever since the projects I'm never scared of a cockroach
Trying to sit first class, these other rappers got coach
The finest tailored suits, Yamakazi poured on the rocks, Jov
Burberry, Chanel, Rolex and Prada
Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Dolce & Gabanna
Penthouse nacional de Cuba, late nights in Havana
Til our tequila sunrise you gon' get it how you wanna
Trying to live carefree, a life minus the drama
And if I want it I'ma get it, I put that shit on my mama nigga

And it all falls down for me
And it all falls down for me
And it all falls down for me
Koncrete Roses
Koncrete Roses
Koncrete Roses
Koncrete Roses