Concrete Jungle (Freestyle)

Look

It's the concrete jungle, the City of Dreams
The kickback make them boys stumble
All of them clowns run around some tumbles
Bro's in the lab', I think Dexter's proud

Money making for the life we praise
I wanna get rich and move out to LA
I wanna feel good and prosper
Get my mind straight think I need me a doctor

It's the concrete zoo
Trust me wouldn't know what to do
Got a link in North, got a link in West
So right now I don't know what to choose

But I stick to my grind like glue
Said that many times so of course it's true
This is nothing like Arsenal
They step with gunners we step with troops

I don't know who to trust now
But I want a Patek that's bussdown
Want a crib and I want to move mum out
So I'm grinding till the sun out

The weren't there when it wasn't that good
But now shit looks good, they want to be there now
Why the fuck do you care now?
All my exes get air now, air now

They don't know what to say so they try be real
What you think I can't see through that?
Close my eyes, see a few that's trill
Feds bagged bro for a stainless steel

18 but my flow is so real, for real
Them man don't know how to feel
I'm on Uxbridge just wanting a meal
The same way that I'm wanting a mill

It's me, broski & Profit in this taxi
Hope feds don't stop this cab
Search this whip, all you're smelling is Cali
Jump out, balls that, get dashy

Why this girl keep calling me daddy?
She's a freak and she'll do that gladly
I don't trust her so she can't get close
Try set me up and that might just mad me

You say you got me? Don't switch up bro
No time for the mix up hoe
If you're on a long ting just leave me alone
I'm outside while they're at home

If you wanna see me you should know where to go
I'm a city baby got love for my code
Baking off in Havelock
Danking a zoot with bro

Look

It's the concrete jungle, the City of Dreams
The kickback make them boys stumble
All of them clowns run around some tumbles
Bros in the lab I think Dexter's proud

Money making for the life we praise
I wanna get rich and move out to LA
I wanna feel good and prosper
Get my mind straight think I need me a doctor

Look

I ain't gonna stop till I get rich
Big shit, blow off your wig quick
All my niggas out here tryna live their life in peace
While the feds on the block playing hide and seek

No Cinderella can't save me now
No princesses tryna save my soul
I can fairly tell what the fairytale is
In the city of dreams where the summers are cold

Runaway, Runaway best ándale
Who's that in the black tracksuit? 10 minutes, gun play
I remember other days where my bros get locked up
For the other crimes, other lies that the feds say

Want Amiri jeans, and Moncler I don't care
Till we all get rich
Till we building this brick by brick
I'm the architect of my shit

Cali weed, smoke the pain away
Magazine think you'll save the hay
My head so spinning, Gelato 3:5, so nice I'm grinning
This bitch so fine, oh my, ridiculous

Mazzaline for the paper chase
Music scene, that's my saving grace
My heads still spinning, I've lost my mind, I'm fine I'm living
You touch my bro, spilled wine you're dripping

Look

It's the concrete jungle, the City of Dreams
The kickback make them boys stumble
All of them clowns run around some tumbles
Bros in the lab I think Dexter's proud

Money making for the life we praise
I wanna get rich and move out to LA
I wanna feel good and prosper
Get my mind straight think I need me a doctor

It's the concrete zoo
Trust me wouldn't know what to do
Got a link in North, got a link in West
So right now I don't know what to choose

But I stick to my grind like glue
Said that many times so of course it's true
This is nothing like Arsenal
They step with gunners we step with troops



Credits
Writer(s): Kyrie Charles Chapman
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