Concrete Jungle

[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 niggas 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 kill pack, top peeled back

A raisin in the sun; a nigga still black

Although it's polish on it, my shit 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, nigga

I was bored with the wave of these circus niggas

Crown down clown; he with purpose, nigga

Dope boy swag ain't on purpose, nigga

County of the kings wish he birthed this nigga

Baby, I'm ready, let's Levert this nigga

Bought a big-body Benz off of birds this winter

I got red bottoms, too; mine's from murders, nigga

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' ass get it home

Major league dealin' with this caine I pitch

Fuck your three-strike laws, come and get this hit

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Troy Ave]

Might as well, real niggas in the building

Block sales, crack cocaine dealings

Word up, back down, little bitch

36 on the waist for holdin' the four-fifth

I let it go; that's truer than your religion

Hella blow; we movin' it with precision

Broke nigga, 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, fuck what these fuck niggas talkin' 'bout

Truth is they ain't tellin' truth about nothin'

BSB niggas never frontin', forreal