Naive To The Facts
Concrete Click
GENRE
[Intro x2]
You're naive yo, you’re naive to the facts
[Verse 1]
My mind is chasin' me (Got to chase rhyme perception)
Sittin' in the car (Got to keep a mental direction)
Cruisin’ down Blue Hill, pass the Ville where my man's got shot
And bloodstains pourin' the ground still
It's kinda ill when you think about
(Think about, you got to keep a Shottie for anybody...)
Forget goin' to no house parties
'Cause the kids don't play, on the street, on the block
Cubic rock is bein' sold like white gold
It ain’t told how every street posts a story about a sidewalk poet
And a man in his glory (Therefor we the concrete)
Hoes in tеrror however, I said for worse or bеtter bein’ on the corner
Was clever but yo, all too many are gettin' bucked like dollas
The spirit’s [?], you got dirt around your collar
Ain't tryna follows your wicked ways
Change up your lifestyle kid, yo it pays
Niggas get shady like trees, now you play
On your street, only a house that they grave
Cell block fools (Niggas got the place that you stage)
Back on your corner, niggas slangin' on your parade
This is how it goes on the streets, you know you gots to peep it
The same scenario, but brothas strive to keep it
But I ain't goin’ out like that (Yeah), I'm comin' fully strapped
With knowledge, you're naive to the facts
[Chorus]
You're naive yo, you're naive to the facts
You're caught up in the money, now you slangin' the crack
You're naive yo, you're naive to the facts
You got yourself a burner, now you feelin' eject
You're naive yo, you're naive to the facts
The real be goin' down in the concrete, black
You're naive yo, you're naive to the facts
Maintain because you don't know how to act
[Verse 2]
I'm rollin' through Boston, what's the destination?
I used to puff L's to calm the frustration
But now I'm relaxed, I let the mindstate take me
But always alert because the ghetto's tryna break me
If I ain't in the crib then I'm buildin' with the Gods at the spot
Keeps an eyes out for Jakes 'cause the ghetto's red hot
See, in the streets you meet, obstacles you must avoid
After dark gets wild, leavin' many paranoid
And everyone's tryna get ahead of the other
So it's a small thing when you gotta kill another
These days in the PJ's, everybody's catchin' bodies
On blocks and clubs and even house parties
Word, life or death, may he who front rest
And pieces lyin' in thesis with the hole through the chest
Your front rock and drop from the pops
And on top of all that, we got sell out black cops
I peep a lotta kids catchin' L's all around
But mostly I see it, in my own stompin' ground
Roll through Grove Hall, mad game
Niggas deep starin' at your hearts
'Cause that's the code of the streets
And girls runnin' around, actin' wild
The next thing she hearin', she havin' a child
And the father won't bother to face responsibility
He'd rather hustle and pack heavy artillery
As said, Boston's full of jealous backstabbers
Snitches, set-up bitches and chain grabbers
Many fiend for cream and try achieve
Respect on the street level but still a naive
[Chorus]
You're naive yo, you're naive to the facts
You're caught up in the money, now you slangin' the crack
You're naive yo, you're naive to the facts
You got yourself a burner, now you feelin' eject
You're naive yo, you're naive to the facts
The real be goin' down in the concrete, black
You're naive yo, you're naive to the facts
Maintain because you don't know how to act
[Outro]
Yo, keep it movin'
Mattapan, Doorchest, Roxsbury, Cambridge
You know all over, that's how we be
Concrete Click representin'
Streets might take you [?] so you know
Don't be naive to the facts, you won't get blasted
Know what I'm sayin'
And a one love to my man [?] from Esmond
My man L from Highland
And all the brothas, the real Hip Hop lovers on lock
One love
You're naive yo, you’re naive to the facts
[Verse 1]
My mind is chasin' me (Got to chase rhyme perception)
Sittin' in the car (Got to keep a mental direction)
Cruisin’ down Blue Hill, pass the Ville where my man's got shot
And bloodstains pourin' the ground still
It's kinda ill when you think about
(Think about, you got to keep a Shottie for anybody...)
Forget goin' to no house parties
'Cause the kids don't play, on the street, on the block
Cubic rock is bein' sold like white gold
It ain’t told how every street posts a story about a sidewalk poet
And a man in his glory (Therefor we the concrete)
Hoes in tеrror however, I said for worse or bеtter bein’ on the corner
Was clever but yo, all too many are gettin' bucked like dollas
The spirit’s [?], you got dirt around your collar
Ain't tryna follows your wicked ways
Change up your lifestyle kid, yo it pays
Niggas get shady like trees, now you play
On your street, only a house that they grave
Cell block fools (Niggas got the place that you stage)
Back on your corner, niggas slangin' on your parade
This is how it goes on the streets, you know you gots to peep it
The same scenario, but brothas strive to keep it
But I ain't goin’ out like that (Yeah), I'm comin' fully strapped
With knowledge, you're naive to the facts
[Chorus]
You're naive yo, you're naive to the facts
You're caught up in the money, now you slangin' the crack
You're naive yo, you're naive to the facts
You got yourself a burner, now you feelin' eject
You're naive yo, you're naive to the facts
The real be goin' down in the concrete, black
You're naive yo, you're naive to the facts
Maintain because you don't know how to act
[Verse 2]
I'm rollin' through Boston, what's the destination?
I used to puff L's to calm the frustration
But now I'm relaxed, I let the mindstate take me
But always alert because the ghetto's tryna break me
If I ain't in the crib then I'm buildin' with the Gods at the spot
Keeps an eyes out for Jakes 'cause the ghetto's red hot
See, in the streets you meet, obstacles you must avoid
After dark gets wild, leavin' many paranoid
And everyone's tryna get ahead of the other
So it's a small thing when you gotta kill another
These days in the PJ's, everybody's catchin' bodies
On blocks and clubs and even house parties
Word, life or death, may he who front rest
And pieces lyin' in thesis with the hole through the chest
Your front rock and drop from the pops
And on top of all that, we got sell out black cops
I peep a lotta kids catchin' L's all around
But mostly I see it, in my own stompin' ground
Roll through Grove Hall, mad game
Niggas deep starin' at your hearts
'Cause that's the code of the streets
And girls runnin' around, actin' wild
The next thing she hearin', she havin' a child
And the father won't bother to face responsibility
He'd rather hustle and pack heavy artillery
As said, Boston's full of jealous backstabbers
Snitches, set-up bitches and chain grabbers
Many fiend for cream and try achieve
Respect on the street level but still a naive
[Chorus]
You're naive yo, you're naive to the facts
You're caught up in the money, now you slangin' the crack
You're naive yo, you're naive to the facts
You got yourself a burner, now you feelin' eject
You're naive yo, you're naive to the facts
The real be goin' down in the concrete, black
You're naive yo, you're naive to the facts
Maintain because you don't know how to act
[Outro]
Yo, keep it movin'
Mattapan, Doorchest, Roxsbury, Cambridge
You know all over, that's how we be
Concrete Click representin'
Streets might take you [?] so you know
Don't be naive to the facts, you won't get blasted
Know what I'm sayin'
And a one love to my man [?] from Esmond
My man L from Highland
And all the brothas, the real Hip Hop lovers on lock
One love
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