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concrete jungle - troy ave lyrics

[intro: troy ave]
i just wanna feel the beat
i just wanna feel the beat
uh huh

[hook: troy ave]
truth is, they ain’t tellin’ truth about nothin’
ribs don’t lie on a man when they touchin’
i ain’t gonna lie; i took hand in destruction
shots gonna fly at the end of my discussion
i’m tired of bein’ hungry, my bread startin’ to crumble
i just wanna ball, all these n-ggas do is fumble
the weak gonna die and the real gonna rumble
when you livin’ in this concrete jungle, word up

[verse 1: pusha t]
i was born in the era of heroin and freebase
crack changed the hustle, i seen it reshape
see, my type of superhero didn’t need capes
i’ve seen the keys of life carried in a briefcase
they should’ve briefed us, told us where the backroad would lead us
money had us second-guessing jesus
as we pray to false gods at the ceasar’s
with a fake smile like these black leaders
kwame k!ll pack, top peeled back
a raisin in the sun; a n-gga still black
although it’s polish on it, my sh-t is still trap
they try to camouflage it; my phone is still tapped
as it should be, connect call and i come runnin’
we ran through the ribbon how we won from it (yeughk)
all this damage i done done from it
the best to ever do it; i’m just one from it (big!)

[hook]

[verse 2: troy ave]
troy ave, i have surfaced, n-gga
i was bored with the wave of these circus n-ggas
crown down clown; he with purpose, n-gga
dope boy swag ain’t on purpose, n-gga
county of the kings wish he birthed this n-gga
baby, i’m ready, let’s levert this n-gga
bought a big-body benz off of birds this winter
i got red bottoms, too; mine’s from murders, n-gga
hot stepper, pot setter, pyrexer
i measure, see and test it, my pleasure
align treasure, rubber band every rack
double band every five ’til it’s six layin’ flat
give a dap and i’m gone, gat in my home
runnin’ base, you ain’t safe ’til yo’ -ss get it home
major league dealin’ with this caine i pitch
f-ck your three-strike laws, come and get this hit

[hook]

[verse 3: troy ave]
might as well, real n-ggas in the building
block sales, crack cocaine dealings
word up, back down, little b-tch
36 on the waist for holdin’ the four-fifth
i let it go; that’s truer than your religion
h-lla blow; we movin’ it with precision
broke n-gga, hate; i’m cool with that decision
hit ’em with the mac; they wish it was a collision
yukon trucks, yukon bucks
drove out the ct, price went up
fiends got higher, supplied that fire
countin’ the proceeds and my eyes got wider
see, see, this what i’m talkin’ ’bout
get money, f-ck what these f-ck n-ggas talkin’ ’bout
truth is they ain’t tellin’ truth about nothin’
bsb n-ggas never frontin’, forreal

- troy ave lyrics

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