(J.U.S.T.I.C.E.) Yeah I was just in and out of central bookings Now it's coachella bookings [Look where you fell and took it I know God got me, but i know that the devil lookin' Nigga, in my book, he forever crooked I seen it in your eyes when you see how the presi' lookin' Niggas was prayin' on my downfall, but i kept it pushin' Recipe for disaster, i'm back in the kitchen cookin' I took it where niggas couldn't (yeah) Uh, used to go to the game with kd whenever i visit brooklyn Had me watchin' in the suite with tony, my nigga, good lookin' Told me: Keep your foot on these niggas, don't give 'em no cushion Used to have the bundle in the chip bag i hid in the bushes It's people close to me that's jealous of this position i'm put in And expect me to bounce back after i was hit with them bullets I don't care nothin' 'bout that, i'm livin' this shit to the fullest (yeah) (Uh) From the concrete grew a rose (yeah) Mercedes concepts, two of those Quarter-million-dollar cars, i own a few of those Flavor flav shit, i'm in the spot with a group of hoes This the music equivalent to winnin' the super bowl They tell me i'm too transparent, tell me i'm too exposed I'm just makin' sure in all my verses the truth is told (Yeah) Uh, infinity links and infinity pools I'm down in philly with goons Twenty chains on, i pity the fool With flea in New York city, i'm cool I don't give a fuck 'bout your video views 'Cause nine times out of ten, i'm still richer than you The food be michelin too (yeah) I'm the machine, but i'm missin' some screws The streets drove my crazy with all of the shit i been through (shit, yeah) Look, i don't want you niggas to get it confused It's funny when you think about it, i didn't finish with school I still own some property, own a couple businesses too I should be applauded for all the good business i do Makin' sure my mama and my little sisters is cool I ain't gon' do the work for you, but i'll give you the tools Niggas like me ain't 'posed to win, but i'm bendin' the rule From the concrete grew a rose Mercedes concepts, two of those Quarter-million-dollar cars, i own a few of those Flavor flav shit, i'm in the spot with a group of hoes This the music equivalent to winnin' the super bowl They tell me i'm too transparent, tell me i'm too exposed I'm just makin' sure in all my verses the truth is told