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Concrete Rose 2 by Roma

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Concrete Rose 2 by Roma - Hip Hop,female vocals music cover art

Concrete Rose 2

Hip Hop,female vocals

0:003:23
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(Verse 1)
Yeah, clock the whispers through the chain-link fence,
Peeking through the blinds, drippin' fake incense.
Mind our stack, our business strictly ours,
While they polish petty crowns in plastic towers.
But jealousy? That's a sour-ass perfume,
Smells like failure festerin' in a tiny room.
They see the focus, the quiet in the storm,
Know the talent burnin', keepin' our shit warm.
Know the future's comin', big and bright and bold,
While their stories gather dust on shelves untold.
So they point the finger, cast that judgmental stone,
Talkin bout a life they ain't ever known.
(Chorus)
Fuk your whispers, fuk your sideways glance,
We ain't startin' fires, we just holdin' down this stance.
Jealous ass spectators, watchin' from the cheap seats,
While we build empires on these cold, relentless streets.
You don't know my story, don't know my man's name,
Don't know the quiet fury burnin' in this flame.
Keep runnin' your mouth, puttin' my name in the dirt,
But mark my words, haters – soon you'll feel the hurt.
Whole world gonna know it, yeah, the truth gon' unfold,
This concrete rose is breakin' through the fuking cold.
(Verse 2)
You think you know the struggle? You ain't got a clue,
The weight I carry, waitin for the sky to turn blue.
My man? Yeah, he locked, but his mind runnin' free,
Penitentiary verses, writin' destiny.
We ain't just survivors, baby, we the master plan,
Soon as he touch down, takin' over this whole damn land.
This rap game? A kingdom waitin for its crown,
And jealousy's the soundtrack tearin' your weak shit down.
You see silence, you mistake it for defeat,
But silence before the storm makes the victory sweet.
We don't bang on doors, don't need the petty noise,
We stackin' quiet power, while you play with toys.
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
The pen is temporary, the vision's crystal clear,
The countdown's tickin', loud enough for you to hear.
That envy in your eyes? Yeah, I recognize the shade,
It's the fuel that feeds the fire that this empire's made.