Solid Concrete (feat. Che)

I ain't get it out the mud it came from solid concrete The curb was for the punks so i was was always in the streets Chunkin big B's up making money sittin clean But now I want better than these mo fuckin streets When was the last time you punched a nigga in the teeth For talking down on one ya patnas that was ridin for the team Exactly what I mean But now a days a pussy nigga kill you if you try to box em down fair and clean I guess the no fight rule in the feds moved to the streets Only bangers in them cells you might get shanked up in ya sleep Only bangers on these youngins they wont knuckle up to beef If we stick with all that trippin they already got us beat That's just they way Im thinkin' They used to love me more When I was drinkin er weekend with they asses for no reason I swear that shit was seasoned Cause really all that shows is inner weakness When confronted by your everday day demons Cant live without a meaning Sometime it come with sacrifice I promise you gon get more out of life long as you acting right Cause when you keep ya focus than ya blessings gon magnify Do it by yourself so you don't have no one to gratify You was with some bitches shopping for em eating Italian ice While I was in system max security getting classified With niggas doing life so if it's tension than it's stab or die The judge gave em 90 years for tryna manufacture ice The judges giving life and they don't care about ya kids and wife The judges giving life to kids who 18 that ain't livin right And never had a daddy and they momma somewhere spending nights Smoking out them pipes and ain't worried if her kid alright But that's the way it go when you never asked to live this life Brought you in this world just cause somebody else was sinnin right? Using that excuse when questioned why you ain't winning right? The mud was too soft to build a castle so I'm screaming I ain't get it out the mud it came from solid concrete The curb was for the punks so i was was always in the streets Chunkin big B's up making money sittin clean But now I want better than these mo fuckin streets I can't build my castle in the mud it'll sink Need a solid foundation just to live like a king Make a couple thousand er time my phone ring I'm still climbing up the mountain let see what the top bring They say it's lonely at the top I gotta see it for myself Cause I'd rather be alone on top and sittin on my wealth Than at the bottom w some dudes who never knew the way it felt To have a burning passion hot enough to make the ice melt Around the hearts of all the niggas that's was really in streets Serving every single lick just so the ones you love could eat While you ducking the police w a dirty pistol on ya Tryna find a better way but never had no one to show ya I know I look content but it ain't really what ya think Goin crazy in my head somebody better call a shrink Cause all this greatness I'm exposing make me feel I'm on the brink Of doing something legendary but the vision indistinct But right now I'm still grindin at the bottom of New Mexico Declared myself as chosen so I know I'll be the next to blow Blockin out the hate that's coming round from all these messy ho's Focused on my craft and now I'm colder than a Eskimo Y'all was shooting dice loosing money mad going broke On the way home pissed off cause now ya pockets low Slappin on ya bitch when you mad that's the bitch in you Wondering why the blessing going round keep on missing you I'm bonafide official but these streets can only label you As just another target for the boys in the baby blue You a liability to the plug he don't play w you Couldn't get a front so you had to boss up I ain't get it out the mud it came from solid concrete The curb was for the punks so i was was always in the streets Chunkin big B's up making money sittin clean But now I want better than these mo fuckin streets