Wrong turns and a gas light Still beat you to the jobsite in the same clothes from last night But I got my boots tight  dismount  make every step count Like a train on a track  With my plan of attack  No name on a plack  just pain in my back do what I got do till my hat's on a rack In my 20s an full of grins even when I'm poundin pins an pulling rakes stay soiled never flake when most rattle I don't even shake if ya looking find me where theres money to make fighting my way to that big estate full view with a pool an geat gotta stay hungry no matter when you ate Concrete mentality The hard version of reality