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letra de concrète - mike

[intro: mike]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

[verse 1: mike]
if you piece in the [?]
he not like it
grinding for your piece of the pie
as long as time stretch
do i keep it vib-, i ain’t decide yet
diamond put a gleam in your eye
you gettin’ blinded
pretty deep in the plot, a lot to digest
the grabba be what keepin’ me high
i’m prolly light headed
my partner said don’t speak on the opp
we rather die aggressive
still fightin’ with them demons a lot
we stand besides ’em fried
grieving ’em losses and that surprise death
promise that i keep it alive, whatever mom meant
sorry if i’m bein’ obnoxious, or kind of complex
not too much speaking to god, i be inside stressin’, fly
kept my feet on the block and watch the flock left
pride it completing the job, i got a drop neck
time i spent fiending for props when it’s the process
i don’t be on the sides, i’m in the contest
writin’ what i seen, no facades, don’t need a concept
i don’t cheese for the bribe, i pree to not sense
wild to believe in the guy, they needed context
spiraling, sink the demise, i had to find depth
with no means for the climb, just a f—– check
[interlude: king carter]
uh

[verse 2: king carter]
i ain’t got no means to the climb, not in my prime yet
these n-ggas want a piece of the pie, can’t get a slice kid
know that momma be in the skies like a comet
lil mama think she sweeter than pie, can’t get a slice kid
yeah, i had tears in my eyes, i didn’t cry since
these n-ggas know i’m bleeding for mines, dying for nonsense
n-ggas wanna creep in the lime, you ain’t blind yet?
surprise that i’m speaking in times, n-ggas is dying
the dark where the reaper reside, i’m getting fried with
i’m not who you think you abide, a lot allowin’
i’m goin’ where you sing, i’ma cry, you know how i’d get
i’m not phillipines, but i’m fly, you know how i dress
the crease really be on my mind, you know when i stress
my brother really needed his mom, a love was timeless
life gotta be a lil slime, the things that i get
runnin’ thru the pain, it’s aight, ain’t really cried yet
really hard to sleep so i’m fried, alone when i wept
these b-tches wanna be on the side, i wasn’t hiding them
they know i can’t sleep unless i’m high, i’m chopped, all lit
they know when i peep they ain’t slide, they can’t hide sh-t
riding with the team is how i’ll die, i got my mindset
looking at the gleam in the sky, i ain’t blind yet
n-ggas want a piece of the pie, can’t get a slice kid
[outro: king carter]
uhhh
“i ain’t got no means for the climb”, what mike said
mm
mm
i ain’t got no means for the climb
uh
aight, aight

- mike

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