Lyric

Always stoned?

I’ma concrete you

Always stoned?

I’ma concrete you

Today mama out there picking weeds like always

Whole group of young dumb boys rolled up on her

Kicking, punching, laughing while she on the ground

I just stood there froze, couldn’t make a sound

Then one turned on me, pinched my cheek real hard

Punched my stomach six, seven times, left me scarred

They started walking off like it was nothing

That’s when I saw the crushed beer can they left

I peeled that tab off slow, used the sharp edge

Gouged his eye clean out, watched that shit bleed red

Slashed his throat with the jagged metal rim

Blood sprayed like a fountain, painted everything

Always stoned?

I’ma concrete you

Always stoned?

I’ma concrete you

Turn your whole body solid, no more moving

Turn your whole body solid, no more breathing

You like to stay stoned? Cool, I’ll make you concrete

Fix you in one place forever, no more streets

Mama still picking weeds, but now she safe

I just turned they ass to statues, permanent state

Always stoned?

I’ma concrete you

Always stoned?

I’ma concrete you

Concrete…

I’ma concrete you…

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Always stoned?

Always stoned?

I’ma concrete you