Concrete Jungle E

Yeah. Mummy smoking L's back when I could barely smell. I was fire in the booth and I was Told to raise hell. For real. Story of them streets, like who else Can tell the tale? Who else? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh. Yeah. I hit the roadside. Roadside. Now I know what a road's like. Road's I'm on the ends with hitters. Yeah. Ready at all times. Yeah. Mummy and dad split up. I don't know what home like. Yeah. I'm on the block posting, living a low Life. Yeah. I'm where the MAC10 spray. Damn, I could've caught a stray. I seen my brother stabbed, wounds. Same day I went and bought a blade. Watching the gang members move, started copying the Play. I could've got good grades, but I was Coppin' up weight. We get the job and we Hit 'em up. We running up with the brick And nut. I used to ring up the prison Phones. Some of my niggas weren't picking up. I need a canteen and some fresh clothes and A paid solicitor. I let 'em know when I get parole, I'm Setting it off like Vivador. Left court with like 99 years, so it's fuck The judge. I'm on the wing serving a patch. It was like fuck the guards. Royal Rums in the cell, nigga, I mucked up My blood. 23 to one lockdown for at least A couple months. Hoo. We really couldn't afford it. Hoo. We had to pitch on them corners. Praying that mummy don't mourn us. Hoo. Why you think it was fondness? I had to trap for strap. Hoo. Ain't got no life insurance. Hoo. OG tryna bully me. Fuck them, I start a skirmish. I would feel White rice and corned beef. Corned beef. That was a meal. Hot slugs in them cold streets. Cold streets. I know how they feel. Young nigga, only 15. 15. Going on drills. Kill or be killed. Killed. I'm in the concrete jungle. Concrete jungle. Nigga, don't rumble, can't be Humble. Live life like man don't love you shit, I gotta make it home. Uh. Glock on me made of chrome. These niggas taking shots, I'd rather take the pole. Never got no play from hoes. Money made them change their tone. Now they taking off their clothes. We was going back and forth. Most my summer days was cold. My big bro got slapped with court. Had that shit, it hurt my soul. Hollow got me on a tour. I'm on stage smashing shows. That's a real nigga living. On the gang, I'm going getting. I run the mug, no forgetting. Jakes catch, no sweating. All I see Bloodshedding, was bloodshedding. All I All know I is know drug is Selling. drugs selling. Jungle Jungle still still Standing standing tall, tall. he on He a on 30 a 30 year sentence. Switched up on these fuck niggas, they ain't seeing Me. I don't fuck with most of these rappers, That's the G in me. And your life ain't like mine, nigga, you agree With me. Get the money and get straight, Nigga, immediately, seriously. We really couldn't afford it. We had to pitch on them corners. Praying that mommy don't mourn us. Why you think you was on us? I had to trap for a strap, ain't got No life insurance. OG tryna bully me, fuck them, I started swearing. White rice and corned beef. Thousand mill, hot sludge in them cold streets. I know how they feel, young nigga only fifteen. Going on drills, kill or be killed. I'm in the concrete jungle