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