Concrete Jungle

Black Maserati
Jab Muhammad Ali
Getting streams from Abu Dhabi
Latin mami's call me papi
Champagne popping
Got the whole crowd bopping
Got it popping in the projects
Move it quicker than gossip

Drip harder than a faucet
Boss up with the bosses
In my white air forces
Black mask on the enforcers
Corporate get endorsements
Don't scam don't forge it
No counterfeit or forfeit
My projects is my fortress

Trap house off the porches
Black out on the chorus
Now my back yard like a forest
I know the code like Morris
Got kickbacks like Norris
Treat'em like a tourist
I'm Pisces not a Taurus
Rock the cut like I'm Horace

Shout to the dealers
Who was hustling before us
There was nothing out here for us
Now the fans yelling for us
I got money to be made
Blew a lot of cash in my day
A lot of hittas caught the fade
I just kept on getting paid

Never got caught in a raid
Or in a gang like renegades
100 grams of the Haze
Everyday anyway
Shit it's just a different day
At 15 I went away
And I aint talking vaca
Way before the jpay

I'm Hip Hop like J-Ski
Buckle on the belt
Who give a fuck how you felt
I been dripping on these bitches
And when the ice melt
Vs1 hitting
Like it's below the belt
I'm fire go to hell

From Spanish Harlem and in jail
Hittas know that I'm for real
Had concerts in every jail
Came home then got a deal
At first it was drug deals
Any means to get a meal
Then focused to get a mill
Then sign to a major deal

But they aint know how to deal
With a hitta from the field
And I aint know love kills
But love keep leaning on'em
Till I turned demon on'em
And I got the beaming on'em
Then I copped a beamer on'em
Now they wanna be around'em

I was on the TV on'em
Almost had the CD on'em
Thuggy went GC on'em
Never went pc on'em
Should I go easy onem
Jewelry freezing on'em
Til I tuned greasy on'em
Out of breath wheezing on'em



Credits
Writer(s): Swinga Sword, Puerto Rock
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