Concrēte Jungle Lyrics

Lyrically, no one can touch me, I know it's touchy

Subjects, but trust me, you couldn't budge me

Yeah, you shinin', but you're a candle in the sun

They been rhymin', but the real shit has just begun

Take notes, they try to bite my style and they take quotes

But I create the wave, you're a boat

So play your part, try to stay afloat

Give me the Dra-co

Yeah, you know I sink battleships, rappin' acrobatic flips

Who you want static with? I'm cut from a fabric

This, more threat count

The way I put it together, make your head bounce

All I'm sayin' now is can I get busy one time for my city

I'm from the Mecca, lookin' for a baddie like Diddy

Bed Stuy the livest one

Give me the loot, high speed pursuit, stash the guns

Yeah, I just begun

Oh no, they want us all flatlined, that's a no-go

Who got your back now? Moving solo

Concrete jungle, I was raised in that

Sent to the store, he ain't make it back

Damn

Oh no, they want us all flatlined, that's a no-go

Concrete jungle, I was raised in that

Mama said, please, baby, make it back

That's how we were raised, those were the days

Now we tryin' to do somethin' better than see a cage

Mama wrote her son letters, she couldn't see his face

That's Brooklyn for you, feds lookin' for you

Well, if you can make it here, you make it anywhere

Plenty stare, plottin' on your rollie, wave it in the air

I don't care, had to make a flip just to get here

Get it clear, I'd rather take a risk before I live in fear

That's real, problems,

Everybody got them like bills

Ain't no stoppin', we gon' ride to the fuckin' wheels

Fall off, never call off you know the deal

I'm tryin' to see a mill, like Pac

Graduated from the school of arts, mind sharp

Came a long way from sellin' nicks in the park

Now I'm on the runway doin' drifts in the dark

Shootin' like a star

Oh no, they want us all flatlined, that's a no-go

Who got your back now? Moving solo

Concrete jungle, I was raised in that

Sent to the store, he ain't make it back

Damn

Oh no, they want us all flatlined, that's a no-go

Concrete jungle, I was raised in that

Mama said, please, baby, make it back