(Verse 1) In the city of lights, where dreams are made, Where Rap McMurren's got the golden parade, With God, glory, gasoline, and riches to find, Welcome to Las Vegas, where law's left behind. In the shadows, the Black Market's alive, Los Angeles cash loot, the ultimate drive, Riots and swims in self-defense, Banking on a summer of business immense. (Fill) Federal gangs bang, the price is high, Trailer townships buzzing, never asking why, News from Brooklyn to Rikers, it's a wild ride, Lynnwood's kite and tattoo with parental advisory. (Chorus) Fricken bullshit, this warfare we breed, Pedlin', dealin', strippin', what's the need? Poppin', ravin', rockin', we're fighting to survive, Legitimately living, we strive to thrive. (Verse 2) In the concrete jungle, where dreams intertwine, We navigate this world, one step at a time, From the backstreets of Brooklyn to the cells of Rikers, We wear our scars like badges, our stories as bikers. Lynnwood's kite tells tales of freedom and hope, A tattooed canvas, where our stories elope, With parental advisory, we speak our truth, In this fricken bullshit, we find our youth. (Fill) Warfare's pedlin', dealin', strippin' its might, Poppin', ravin', rockin', we own the night, Fighting for a life that's legit and true, Living on the edge, just me and you. (Chorus) Fricken bullshit, this warfare we breed, Pedlin', dealin', strippin', what's the need? Poppin', ravin', rockin', we're fighting to survive, Legitimately living, we strive to thrive. (Bridge) In this concrete jungle, we find our way, We rise above the chaos, every single day, Through the neon lights and the broken dreams, We build a future, brighter than it seems. (Verse 3) From the streets to the stage, we make our mark, We dance with the devil, light up the dark, We're the voices of the voiceless, the rebels of the night, We refuse to be silenced, we refuse to lose sight. (Fill) In this world of chaos, where lines are blurred, We find our purpose, our souls undisturbed, Through the battles we've fought, the scars we bear, We're the warriors, rising above despair. (Chorus) Fricken bullshit, this warfare we breed, Pedlin', dealin', strippin', what's the need? Poppin', ravin', rockin', we're fighting to survive, Legitimately living, we strive to thrive. (Outro) In this concrete jungle, where dreams are made, We'll keep pushing forward, unafraid, Through the rap McMurren gold, God, and glory, We'll rise above, creating our own story.