[Intro: Boldy James]
Concrete
If I see or hear
Yeah, where we at?
If I see you first
Let's get it, what else?

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
King of the oven mitt, know we run this bitch
A glutton for punishment, keep a submachine gun with a hundred clip
Volatile, don't want no problemo with a problem child
Ain't cop that shit for months, can't come around, niggas not allowed
Cashin' in, always gritted it out, never had a Benz
Askin' God, "If this was my last resort, how is that a sin?" (There is no sin)
'Cause if a nigga would've went with his first mind
Premeditated, out of all these killers, we the worst kind
Born convicted, brave heart, same armored defenses
Wraith parked in the trenches, same park, on them benches
With ARs and extendeds, sat at the table with spics
He changed the label on my shit, that's trademark infringement
Never forget a face, photographic memory
First time I met Jay was at Novo with Black and Emory
Run my hood, so this shit proceed my reputation
You already know what's understood, don't need no explanation
Where we at with it?
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