Concrete Connie

[Intro] The biggest jefe Blockworks, bitch We the Mafia 227 Let's get it [Verse 1] Real 6'4" creature, he don't miss and his clip don't neither Real tricky dance moves, he got disco fever Made a left on big beaver fishbowling in a Bimmer All this hush water on me got my wrist on freezer Robbing Paul to pay Peter, moving blow in Muskegon 2016, that's two bricks of golden retriever Cooking up in the basement while I'm smoking this reefer Cooking up, you can still see the pole in my beater Now I spin a zip of flake for a pair of sneakers Nigga still running base like I'm Derek Jeter Pull up something Dilla play with the foreign features Now a nigga charging $10.08 for a feature Brick lifing, whole gang full of outlaws Hitchhiking with them things on a hound dog Suspended license when I travel through the town hall In the ghetto, dumped off in the shadows with the groundhog [Chorus] Bounce back like round ball playing Simon Says I took a pint of red and painted the town hall Well, shit get kind of tricky when you playing with them brickies Praying on my downfall, know they want to check me Everything but clarity the street sell me All we know is Hutch and Gary, I need to meet Romney 10 case a boy, that's a thousand, been finding I turn that Marilyn Monroe to concrete Connie [Verse 2] Pills in the cabinet, Percs and Oxycodone Still breakdancing turbos and ozones Two craps and the missile slid right back Ten shootouts in two weeks, you don't live like that Sit it out and shut your beak, you ain't built like that I had to shoot the Battle Creek when my bill got snatched Had me on the menu with no A&GB When Dutchie did the Footloose, he was fancy free Had to take that shit to trial, had me in denial Knowing I'd kidnap money if they ransom me Learned to separate all of my wants from my needs They say it's chess, not checkers, unless you talking Chinese [Chorus] Bounce back like round ball playing Simon Says I took a pint of red and painted the town hall Well, shit get kind of tricky when you playing with them brickies Praying on my downfall, know they want to check me Everything but clarity the street sell me All we know is Hutch and Gary, I need to meet Romney 10 case a boy, that's a thousand, been finding I turn that Marilyn Monroe to concrete Connie