Christian Plata - ABCs lyrics

[Verse 1] Bundle up my whole style is so cold I glow like old guys who go bald My flow got no front in the vocal Your flow got no bu*ton it's so old I don't mean to sound like a showboat But it's true my persona's no joke I stepped into some kinda portal I'm legend and sometimes I'm noble I'm from the most risky zone, oh No place is more sh**ty global More pistols, Russian revolvers We shootin' all that is normal But it ain't just because we want to We ain't got nowhere we can run to Somebody please press the undo They only teach us the things that guns do [Hook] They don't teach us the ABC's We play on the hard concrete All we got is life on the streets All we got is life on the streets They don't teach us the ABC's We play on the hard concrete All we got is life on the streets All we got is life on the streets [Verse 2: Chubb Rock] Rock, you know my era B-boy seasoning, Salt-n-Pepa Grown and s**y, come with the extra Crushed up linen, fly like Cessna This type groove, I gave it birth Now it's time again to give it a verse Jamaican born, not a fan of the ganja Boulevard, Brooklyn to Somalia And it goes in the background Playa, that is my sound The green doesn't symbolize I made it on the top Pioneer legend and they call me Mr. Rock No B word or N word, I don't need those words Respect for hers The game dried up, so we come with the grease Leadin' ya right and treatin' ya right, so peace [Hook] They don't teach us the ABC's We play on the hard concrete All we got is life on the streets All we got is life on the streets They don't teach us the ABC's We play on the hard concrete All we got is life on the streets All we got is life on the streets [Verse 3] Superman I'm known by the locals As this dude who's so fly it's global Attitude that came outta struggle Destitute but I make it hopeful You real but my real is tenfold My real will make yours a rental Gangsta if it is, essential Fight with guns or utensils So bold, nothing's confidential Breakfast was not continental And lunch could not compliment all We still become competent souls These streets ain't paved with no gold Matter fact someone stole the light pole Nobody fat enough for lypo They don't teach us to read and write, so [Hook] They don't teach us the ABC's We play on the hard concrete All we got is life on the streets All we got is life on the streets They don't teach us the ABC's We play on the hard concrete All we got is life on the streets All we got is life on the streets