Lyrics Jungle - lonemoon, Maxd

Jungle

Concrete jungle, it’s a concrete jungle
On my own grind, on my own struggle
Concrete jungle, it’s a concrete jungle
I’m on my own grind, and I ain’t finna stumble
Shoutout to Max
Busy running with the pack
Never quitting on my task
Spitting my lyrics to finish in first, not the last
I’m a bat
Hang out, discover the rat
Find him, my pistol gon rat up the tat
Women know that what I’m rolling is fat
But you busy, you turning your back
Damn, I’ll work on my etiquette
Shawty get sick, I’ll rescue her
Shawty need quick, I’mma let you hurt when
Shawty don’t know that I’m testing her god damn
God damn!
God damn!
She don’t know that I’m the man but that’s the master plan
Concrete jungle, it’s a concrete jungle
On my own grind, on my own struggle
Concrete jungle, it’s a concrete jungle
I’m on my own grind, and I ain’t finna stumble
Concrete, yuh, I’m a concrete killer
Got a gat in one hand and a hand on the zipper
Popping xans with one hand and slurpin henny with the other
Got your side bitch mad and my gang loiter littering
Popped a ritalin, swish it down with some Jameson
Codeine for the flavoring, and a sippy cup for the savouring
Ride low like where my balls be just dangling
Familiar with my presidents but my favourite’s B Franklin
Concrete jungle, it’s a concrete jungle
On my own grind, on my own struggle
Concrete jungle, it’s a concrete jungle
I’m on my own grind, and I ain’t finna stumble