Logic - Concrete lyrics

[Intro] What up, what up!? Yeah, yeah! Hehehe It's that concrete sh**, you know what I'm saying? You'll be like yeahhh, you know what I'm saying? Word up [Verse 1] Ayo I think about the rap game And Hip-Hop's life state It makes my blood pressure rise like Maryland's crime rate Rip through the city like the sense, of false virility From cats that clutch gats and lock down the vicinity A lyrical entity, that hold it down and never pretend to be Something I'm not, like crush rocks and bust Glock shots But I've seen it, to the level where I began to fiend it And now life is beckoned into reality, no need to dream it I, Step to the mic and rock heads like Mount Rushmore Raid the spot like cops catchin' a dealer tryna flush more Down the drain, liquor down the hash to drown the pain I surpa**; sustain, solidified within its game The king is dead, long live the king now watch me reign Spit fire that I obtain from leavin' the dragon slain My name is logic but you may know me as young sinatra The cat that brought ya If I may say the illest of verses Not yet cla**ics but that will come as time disperses Back in the 90's I was just a bada** kid Thank god for sparin' my life and dogin' a bid West Deer Park after dark I rep to the d**h Gaithersburg high blastin music til I go deaf Ninth grade on the constant pursuit just to get laid Til' I finally got some p**y now I'm trynna to get paid Sold a lil bit something slight like nickels and dimes But I ain't make enough, said f** it and stuck to the rhymes As for my home situation, that sh** was hard times Came up on my own blocked out the bad went into a zone Acknowledged what it was but never let it consume my chromosomes On the phone at like sixteen with a lil hispanic hottie Body like a ducati the type to get naughty Now I'm twenty-one, older and wiser but I ain't perfect Specially when that dark sh** deep down hit the surface And ignite the art, maintain speed rip it apart f** a punchline this the sh** you feel in your heart A young black man camouflaged in the skin of another When I converse with white folk, I feel like I'm undercover Just a brother, tryna make it in America I need a window seat somebody call Erykah Bars like this, cause ma** hysteria Spread like malaria and quarintine your area I squeeze at you emcees til you weese and bury ya Alive, like Beatrix Kiddo that's a k** Bill sh** now run it back and relive the riddle What