2.75

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