Rose from heaven It's midnight, we still worried 1 for the money, 2 for the shame Keep pushing every pins ago 1 for the money, 2 for the show Live from the block where the concrete grows They think I'm cool I'm really not I'm an underdog just like you I was born in the river We ain't having sense so we grew militant I done lost my mind, I went berserk People I gave love paid me back with hurt Pain so deep, too true to fix Feel like Jesus Christ hanging on the crucifix But I'm too legit, keeping on the hustle Looks can deceive, dunk'em in then struggle sponsored links This one's for the kids with no home Looking for a place to call their own I don cried then cried, tears for years I grind and grind day and night I pay the price, I pay my life 1 for the money, 2 for the shame Keep pushing every pins ago 1 for the money, 2 for the show Live from the block where the concrete grows 1 for the money, 2 for the shame Keep pushing every pins ago 1 for the money, 2 for the show Live from the block where the concrete grows I said we live from the block where the concrete roll Like the jungle gra** grows on my tiptoes Reaching out for my goals, using my bravado Till to write the song going gold, el dorado Form the underground but we call Colorado This life a trip damn these bones on yo marrow My tribe stay on point I just watch for the arrow The ways of a skank look'but I'm fly like dinero Cause my eye on the sparrow I'm working overnights kinda like Poltergeist I hustle overtime knowing loves I pray I'm not wrong I try to read a couple songs for moms I keep my palms clear like the sanitizer Read the proverbs, they say they make me wiser The bullsh** help me groove this is fertilizer 1 for the money, 2 for the shame Keep pushing every pins ago 1 for the money, 2 for the show Live from the block where the concrete grows 1 for the money, 2 for the shame Keep pushing every pins ago 1 for the money, 2 for the show Live from the block where the concrete grows And my second verse, this one's the worse It's a table fight and I want the purse And I see the other side, they want me hurt And the coffin 6 deep in the dirt Man I feel the heat, that's anticipation Call the goons, read the up, precipitation In the jungle, live from the ground This s Brooklyn, they don't play around