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letra de concrete jungle - sway

verse 1

remember thinking about this lifestyle when i was living in the complex know life isn’t simple it’s complex. growing up we was never in one spot thinking who’s gonna be on my next block
arguments, the ones who had the most love for me had me blocked
keep to myself so i don’t talk much. overthinking when i’m off the fumes, like hood n-ggas never try to be goons. it’s always these actors that think they got something to prove. hit these fakes with the rocket and send them to the moon. realness is rare nowadays
they come to me all i see are cartoons. black skully i’m a bandit
looking like a raccoon. writing these words while i’m in my room
all i can see is a bigger life, that foreign that zooms, bad b-tches on me cuz they like the smell of my perfume. even when i penny pinched i still had more money then these fools. these n-ggas pocket watching so on my hip i keep my tool. fed these n-ggas why you still looking at my food? no one understands me that’s why i’m always in a bad mood

hook

smoking on marijuana to escape the drama
life’s a chess game one wrong move , you might loose your piece
won’t catch me slipping so i stay with the piece
the hoods a cycle that just repeats
where if you don’t eat, n0body can eat (2x)

verse 2

failures try to put that fear in me. my mindset is different i can be whatever i like to be. applying pressure, i got my foot on my own neck. i bet i can give y’all n-ggas a head start and i’ll still catch up
in my feelings so i’m poring up the mix up. field work no on gave me a heads up. i don’t do this for fun, i do this for funds. remember those days i couldn’t even afford lunch , i lived off of gum and n-ggas had the nerve to ask “give me some”. didn’t have a lot so i never left a crumb. same way i left the clip and emptied the drum. your wife sucking on me like her thumb. if i move it the outcome is always income. i come from a city where it’s either me or them. let the first shot off like a track meet. i’m low like grass in white neighborhoods
so no one can track me. concrete jungle where we built to be c-cky but humble , where we motivated by struggle. i learned to survive so my stomach never rumples. still figuring sh-t out like a puzzle. dripped in pain that’s why you see this puddle

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- sway

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