Yo, microphone check, one two, this ain't no sweet sixteen

[Verse 1]
Yo, microphone check, one two, this ain't no sweet sixteen
More like a lyrical guillotine, severin' the weak scene
They talkin' big stacks, but pockets on lean
My flow's a vintage Cadillac, theirs a busted machine

[Chorus]
Concrete rose, through the cracks I grow
Petals of prose, let the real ones know
Concrete rose, watch the garden glow
From the asphalt soul, watch the story flow

[Verse 2]
Spittin' fire, hotter than a summer sidewalk sizzle
My rhymes a heavy downpour, theirs just a light drizzle
They chase the clout, I'm chasin' the riddle
Of life, the universe, and why they always fiddle

[Chorus]
Concrete rose, through the cracks I grow
Petals of prose, let the real ones know
Concrete rose, watch the garden glow
From the asphalt soul, watch the story flow

[Bridge]
No fairy tale endings, just hustle and grind
Every verse a testament, leavin' no truth behind
They try to box me in, but I break