(Intro)
This one goes out to all my n***as standin' on concrete
In South Central Los Angeles, where I’m from, n***a

(Hook)
Concrete, you make me feel O.G
Concrete, you make me feel O.G

(Verse 1)
You know the hood is like, broken glass, everywhere
N***as in my neighborhood you know they just don't care
Can't take the bid, can’t take my boys
Got no money to move out guess I'll buy a Rolls Royce
N***as in the front room, bitches in the back
Smokers in the alley with the baseball bat
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
‘Cause them n***as up the street jacked me for my car
I hate to see blood on the concrete, I hate to see cuz on the concrete
I hate to see chalk on the concrete, I love to C-Walk on the concrete (West side!)

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
The world keeps spinnin' but the hood don't change
Muthafuckas still wanna blow out ya brains
Grandmama used to walk to the sto'
Now she roll around with a big 4-4
Wish a n***a would fuck with Ms. Benjamin
Sweet as cinnamon, blow you out ya Timberlands
If I talked back like Eminem, she woulda served a n***a ‘bout ten of them
I hate to see blood on the concrete, I hate to see cuz on the concrete
I hate to see chalk on the concrete, I love to C-Walk on the concrete (West side!)
(Hook)

(Verse 3)
Unemployment at a record high
N***as shootin' each other like like they ready to die
Don't ask me ‘cause I don’t know why
But it’s like that so go testify
People of the world tryin' to make ends meet
And these young muthafuckas tryin’ to claim my street
You got to work hard if you want to compete
It's like that on this concrete, n***a
I hate to see blood on the concrete, I hate to see cuz on the concrete
I hate to see chalk on the concrete, I love to C-Walk on the concrete (West side!)

(Hook)