[00:01.680][Intro: Boldy James][00:01.923]Concrete[00:02.712]If I see or hear[00:05.745]Yeah, where we at?[00:09.107]If I see you first[00:10.111]Let's get it, what else?[00:13.078][00:13.837][Verse 1: Boldy James][00:14.353]King of the oven mitt, know we run this bitch[00:16.903]A glutton for punishment, keep a submachine gun with a hundred clip[00:20.265]Volatile, don't want no problemo with a problem child[00:23.587]Ain't cop that shit for months, can't come around, niggas not allowed[00:26.913]Cashin' in, always gritted it out, never had a Benz[00:30.260]Askin' God, "If this was my last resort, how is that a sin?" (There is no sin)[00:33.813]'Cause if a nigga would've went with his first mind[00:36.895]Premeditated, out of all these killers, we the worst kind[00:41.014]Born convicted, brave heart, same armored defenses[00:43.846]Wraith parked in the trenches, same park, on them benches[00:47.165]With ARs and extendeds, sat at the table with spics[00:50.243]He changed the label on my shit, that's trademark infringement[00:54.104]Never forget a face, photographic memory[00:56.872]First time I met Jay was at Novo with Black and Emory[01:00.504]Run my hood, so this shit proceed my reputation[01:03.826]You already know what's understood, don't need no explanation[01:07.167]Where we at with it?[01:08.189][01:09.982][Interlude: Earl Sweatshirt][01:10.491]I never forget a face[01:12.533]You can picture it (Ugh)[01:13.538][01:14.808][Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt][01:15.065]Niggas winnin' Grammys now, five-star livin'[01:16.350]On the 5 South, jammin' out, Heisman magic[01:19.388]Stickin' out an arm and they standin' down[01:22.256]Cram it in, stamp and send the package out, Jackson-style[01:25.098]Something wicked inbound, fast[01:27.625]Wind whippin' up disasters in the distant clouds[01:30.448]Hit the basement, the moon full at its roundest[01:33.806]Wolves howlin', cleared up a couple counts[01:36.971]New Challenger growl, blues from the interstate[01:40.276]Sorrowfulness and rule, futile debates[01:43.614]The brook blew the game, never knew it was a place[01:47.248]Pourin' grapes on the dates etched on the headstones over the grave[01:52.114]In any case, if I seem distant and reserved, then give me space[01:56.477]Heavy pinch of herb send me on my way[01:59.775]Head of the herd, making sure everyone got a plate[02:03.650]Left here disturbed with a look on my face[02:07.234]Bet, my spirit spur when I try to wake[02:10.349]I got on with no delay, gotta play from lessons learned[02:13.905]Got burned when my welcome got overstayed[02:16.776]I hold a old and faithful, I know the aim[02:19.608]And I know it say somethin' 'bout "know your neighbor"[02:24.186][02:24.933][Interlude: Roc Marciano][02:25.190]What happened to that old saying? (Yeah, boy)[02:25.963][02:26.983][Verse 3: Roc Marciano][02:27.246]Broke generational curses with my cursive (Yup)[02:29.819]I understand the game and I know all of the inner workings (I do)[02:33.462]The pain run deep, you only see what it is on the surface[02:36.065]My bitch in there squeaky-clean, but the work was sittin' in her cervix (Boofed it)[02:40.210]For all the dirt, we might need detergent for cleanin' purpose[02:43.093]Bloody money in the machine circlin', the precursor[02:46.975]You might've even heard my sneakers chirpin' like Peewee Kirkland[02:49.804]Gotta watch where you keep them birds 'cause them people lurkin' (Watch)[02:52.683]Feet first, I jump in the deepest current, I'm keepin' it current[02:56.327]Let off a hundred clip reoccurrin' and let 'em clean up your urine (Brr)[02:59.962]Whip the steering wheel of the Urus, you malnourished (Stop)[03:03.351]All this chicken, niggas came down with salmonella (Woo)[03:06.663]Screw the compressor on the TEC, it ain't make a sound like a Tesla[03:10.267]This shit was loud as a whisper (Shh), the stick spin you round like a twister[03:15.040]Your wig was messed up, plug you out like a cigarette butt right out the Fisker[03:20.721]Marci