Like a rose in the concrete Can't bite every apple that grew from the tree Niggas switch colors like the leaves Guarantee I been avoiding my enemies Keep the same circle of niggas that I hang with Dipped from the flood quick Got it out the mud, had to shift Been tired still inspired By the things that I see on the daily Never letting hard times change me Days I was in the crib feeling angry Bout nothing Head full of substance, stomach need something Head to the sky as the money plummets We all itchin for some hunnits, who gonna grab it Face to face with distractions Running past it, been passive We all shooting stars tryna make it magic But now all I got is 2.75, asking the bus driver for a ride