Bun B - Concrete lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn] Ayo Grr Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom [Verse 1: Westside Gunna] Ayo, I know some lowhead status stick you for your horse No remorse, I weigh the MAC-12 out the Porsche Surely you and me look alike, I sell brick for sport When you're on the red y'all some Kings stabbed a [one?] in court (Nah) 40 with your dick make the whole crowd scatter All my n***as rich, from the shooter to the bagger Balenciaga duffle bag filled with whole slabs Step on these rings you gettin' toe tag (Boom-boom-boom-boom) Trillstatik, you know this sh** don't write I swear I been fly my whole life A n***a be paranoid I sleep with the pole every night God is the greatest, looked at my plug like we made it My style look like Kerry James Marshall painted it (Ah) I heard your album and I hated it [Verse 2: Bun B] f** it, you need to stop rappin' n***a and wait a bit A bulldog with the leash off Grabbed the gloves and polished the piece off Yo f** homie, he soft And I'm concrete, realest n***a on feet The shotgun is riding shotgun, I'm feeling complete Don't ride down Bun's street, it won't end good I'm triple OG motherf**er, I've been good From the west side to Windwood, haters know You barkin' up the wrong tree, that ain't the way to go Pull a big thing with them extras out That's what that big boy flex about, you n***as up next, I'm out ‘Cause I don't really do this s**a sh** For real, you must not know who you f**in' with It's 100 when you see me I get j**elry from Mike Jordan, man you n***as couldn't be me I used to have a pocket full of stones, now I got properties and homes There ain't no stoppin' me, it's on n***a [Verse 3: Termanology] Uh, hangin' out with Bun & West Grab my gun and vest 100 percent chance body died, know nothing less Before the live streams, it was Con scenes Mercedes Benz with the rims since I was 19 Greatest Puerto-Rican rapper since Joe and Pun You could line up a hundred and couldn't show me one Take my time with this verse until I know it's done My mama had nightmares, they k**ed the only son Walked into the store to cop a Limbase Some kid got shot in this mente, they ended his day My whip the color of yay, but I don't whip yay When I did, it was heavy, I had my sh** sprayed Now we streaming on TIDAL, they let this sh** play Made history with my idols, we had a big day It's trillstatik ‘cause real hip-hop matters You can bite the idea, but we had it before you had it, facts