Dymique - Concrete Bars lyrics

[Intro] Whaaaa, ha, yeah Concrete bars n***a, real n***a rap Feel it?, uh, yeah Bars n***a, bars n***a Uhhh [Hook] These is concrete bars, y'all n***as not what I'm on (2x) [Verse 1] Coming straight from the asphalt, (uhh) Who let you rap, somebody get they man's dog, (whaaa) n***as pen game, ain't up to par Oh lord, somebody please tell these n***as naw, (stop it) Lookin in ya eyes, you don't have it in you, (nope) I gotta burnin' fire, that you can't extinguish, (whoom) Let's take a minute, I can break ya life down, (uh huh) Purpin' like you cool, but you just a clown, (haa) You buyin' clothes, to impress dem hoes, (stop) They like you for ya stacks, but not ya soul, (you not real) You still a yam, even though you lil fresh, (ha ha) Corny a** n***a, I can peep the way you step, (lil punk) And that clique you Rep, ain't none of y'all official, (naw) All my n***as real, to the bone gristle, (uhh) What you waiting on, can't nobody tip you, (uh huh) When they say who the best, everybody forget you, (ha ha) Damn they missed you, you on nobodys top ten, (nope) But you spammin' dat trash, in they mentions, (stop) f** outta here, with all that, (uh huh) You need to fall back, (what) I put in work, all I'm missing is my hardhat (ahh) [Hook] These is concrete bars, y'all n***as not what I'm on (whaaa) (2x) [Verse 2] He verified with dem tweets, but not in the streets, (uhh) He rockin snapbacks, and he stay with da sneaks, (I see you shorty) Got a chain on, rockin' a lil polo, (rugby) But when he come thru, don't nobody know yo, (who this n***a) And his name don't ring no bells, (uh uhh) He say he a trapper, but where he sell, (where he be at?) Oh well another fraud in the way When it's pressure brought to him, watch him deflate, (ahh) How you claim you great, but you barely half decent, (uhh) Type of n***a, that loaf all week, then party all weekend, (ha ha) Dumba**, buma**, sluma** n***a, (n***a) That girl you dream about, i slept last night wit her, (she was chillin) Shawty cooked me a nice meal, (ay) Topped me off, then i had her clickin dem heels, (whaaaa) You gossip more than a housewife, (uh huh) We dem big cats, taking over ya mouse life, (boom) Put my bars on these beats, and get my clout right, (what) Whoever left in the game, I take dem out right, (uhh) And I can out write (out write), all these weak artists, (artists) Get out of line, I'll put you back in the margin (n***a) [Hook] These is concrete bars (uh huh), y'all n***as not what I'm on (whaaa) (2x) Whaaaa, we out