Faustoe - Con-Crete Lyrics

Spark your mothaf*ckin' junt up ya
Spark your mothaf*ckin' junt up
The Psychedelic Hooligan
F*ck the police, F*ck the judge
F*ck the system they don't give a f*ck
Run, Run, Run
They tryna snatch our guns and keep my funds
Hell nah, I'm too legit to quit my shift
Plate tectonics when I spit
Causin' havoc slicin' wrists
With these lyrics, this shit's explicit
Peelin' the truth leaving it to be witnessed
You keep your distance
Don't wanna be a part of the mission
Then listen
Get in your position play your part
But you ended up slackin' from the start
There ain't no need to be acting hard
They already know who you really are
Lackin' the heart of a lion
Should be on the field but you ain't even trying
Quit the lyin' you know they've been spying
Watching every move you make
There's no hiding
Run it up top, run it up top
Run it, Run it
Run it up top mothaf*ckas, run it up top
Run it up top
Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it
Back on the block with the work in my sock
Run it up top cause the clock don't stop
Flipped a bag gotta triple my cash
Off the gold caps I get trippy on the track
No cap talkin' real facts
Spittin' at mics catch a contact where you're at
Almost like a running back
Get hit with the heavy trip now you're running back
It's a war zone where you die alone
Let alone the amount of people that you know
Keep in mind that we gotta maintain grind
Waste your time then you wonder how I got mine
No lie feel the devil right beside me
Every time that I walk out at night creepin
Telling me the Grim Reapers sleepin
Close the door and I commence to killin
Spillin' the villainous rhyme
Inside of the crime scene smashing your wifey
I give 7 f*cks if you don't like me
Write it on toilet paper start wiping
Talkin' all that bullshit
Leave you with the loose lips
Clueless, who this
The Psychedelic Hooligan
Don't get it twisted I'm not in it for gimmicks
Mothaf*ckas
7 Dayz 7 Wayz up in that ass
7 Dayz 7 Wayz up in that ass
We do this shit