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letra de concrete crown - ivoryhands

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city sleeps with one eye open, we wake the block

leather seats, cold steel, watch the wrist tick to the clock

made men, no pamphlets, f-ck the paperwork and talks

money whispers louder than the cops and the chalks

i move like thunder in a suit, silence on my tongue

respect collected heavy, all these sons come sprung

paper trails got vultures, so we burn the routes down

kings don’t beg — wе sn-tch the throne, wear thе concrete crown

every whisper’s ammunition, every handshake’s weight

choose your side, motherf-cker, before it’s too late

concrete crown, we wear it, blood and brass in the night

ride or die, roll the dice, keep the circle tight

snakes on the pavement, let ’em hiss, let ’em drown
we built this empire from the gutter to the crown

concrete crown, feel the rumble under the town

play for keeps, no retreat, we don’t kneel, we don’t bow down

old school codes run deep in my bones, no rattle, no fuss

family first, then the money, then the trust

kids on the corner selling dreams in plastic wrap

i buy the block, fold the map, f-ck a freelance ass trap

enemies flash t–th, but they never bite clean

we handle dirty laundry quiet, never on the scene

camera eyes everywhere — we ghost the frame

they name us in tabloids, but they never name the game

ink on the ledger says who’s owed and who’s paid
you cross the line, get erased, no parade

concrete crown, we wear it, blood and brass in the night

ride or die, roll the dice, keep the circle tight

snakes on the pavement, let ’em hiss, let ’em drown

we built this empire from the gutter to the crown

concrete crown, feel the rumble under the town

play for keeps, no retreat, we don’t kneel, we don’t bow down

whispers like a choir, saintless and loud

we pray to the streets where the faithful are proud

no mercy for the weak, no deals with the feds

we bury our ghosts and collect the bread

flash the chrome if you gotta, but keep the mind cold

when the night turns hungry, be sharper than gold
caps and cigars, late-night parley in the den

old scars, new wars, keep your friends close, your enemies penned

i taste the power like whiskey — bitter and sweet

hands on the ledger, we counting loyalty by the sheet

little brothers rise up, i teach ’em how to survive

teach ’em how to hustle, how to live, how to drive

legacy ain’t soft, it’s iron, it’s crown and it’s sweat

wear the concrete heavy — no regrets, no debt

- ivoryhands

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