Concrète MIKE (Ft. King Carter)
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[Intro: MIKE]
Ayy, ayy (Close to you)
Ayy, ayy, yeah (Close to you)
[Verse 1: MIKE]
It be peaks and declines, you know how life get
Grinding for your piece of the pie as long as time stretch
Do I keep or divide? I ain't decide yet
A 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 hot and prolly lighthead
My patna said don't speak on the opps, we rather digress
Or 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 stressed
Ain't fly, kept my feet on the block and watch the flock left
Pride in completing the job, I gotta drop next
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 nonsense
Took a while to believe in ya guy, they needed context
Spiraling, stink of demise, I had to find depth
With no means to decline, just a―check
Ayy, ayy (Close to you)
Ayy, ayy, yeah (Close to you)
[Verse 1: MIKE]
It be peaks and declines, you know how life get
Grinding for your piece of the pie as long as time stretch
Do I keep or divide? I ain't decide yet
A 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 hot and prolly lighthead
My patna said don't speak on the opps, we rather digress
Or 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 stressed
Ain't fly, kept my feet on the block and watch the flock left
Pride in completing the job, I gotta drop next
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 nonsense
Took a while to believe in ya guy, they needed context
Spiraling, stink of demise, I had to find depth
With no means to decline, just a―check
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