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Concrete Jungle
Ché Noir
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Yo, it was pain that I wrote, I came from no hope
Words that I say is a poem, my name is in gold
Who would've thought one day we would blow?
I play with my flow, all it took was some patience and growth
Slave to my goals, I only relate to the folks
Who came from a home, single parent who
Raised them alone, can't pay what she owe
Water to bathe from a stove, can't get control
Empty place in your home with blankets in case you get cold
Sometimes I feel like I'm the safest alone
They ain't dying from old age, it's from a blade or a chrome
Most of my peers is laying in the grave with no soul
Sometimes I see 'em, I can't tell if it's an angel or ghost
Look, I'm on the grind, I don't rest or get tired
I'm cool under pressure, I don't even sweat near the fire
Road to riches, don't let bumpy roads mess up your tires
And when it's time to eat, don't let greed mess up your diet
Hate went the long way, let's see where love goes
My side street concrete grew a mud rose
Let me smell my roses
Don't wait until I perish or the cell block closes
And don't talk about the mud box
Or momma pulling pops out the drug spot
Now I only see where the love stops
She a nurse, he raps, he got a jump shot
Money problems, I never got 'em
It wasn't shit the coke couldn't fix
Hope don't exist, heaven sent from the bottom
We grew on blocks, we spending dough on the brick
Nah, nothing negated us, my hustle created luck
Broke days, I'm staying up until I made enough
It's my story, you can't relate to much
Some things I can't discuss, just prayin' the trap gods will favor us
Ha, had to focus on my grind
Indeed, believe my coke line was open all the time
Yeah, and I got gunmen a call away
Money in the laundromat, my bitch in lingerie
I could sell all of that where the monsters play
Pack land yesterday and it's gone today
I made a living off the customers
I only idolize the hustlers, what?
Hate went the long way, let's see where love goes
My side street concrete grew a mud rose
Let me smell my roses
Don't wait until I perish or the cell block closes
And don't talk about the mud box
Or momma pulling pops out the drug spot
Now I only see where the love stops
She a nurse, he raps, he got a jump shot
Whatever your heart desire, put your heart in it
Learn how to do shit, learn how to make your own record
Be the best rapper
If you gon' be a drug dealer, be the best drug dealer
You stay in your lane, my nigga
Don't be no motherfuckin' nigga who, "Oh, I do this and do this"
And nigga be lyin' here wonderin' why he done got nailed
Or nigga done wet him up or nigga done got bound and shit
'Cause niggas ain't stayin' in they lane
Niggas tryna follow around niggas that tryna all be cool
"I got the most drugs"
Nigga, I ain't tryna be the best drug dealer
There's way more hustles out here besides just sellin' drugs, my nigga