In the concrete jungle, where the shadows play, Got my crew on the block, we hustlin’ every day, Death row vibes, but we

In the concrete jungle, where the shadows play, Got my crew on the block, we hustlin’ every day, Death row vibes, but we laugh it off, In a trap house, we flip it, never soft. Poppin’ tags, stacks high, we livin’ it large, Playin’ chess with the streets, always ready to charge, Sippin’ on that juice, while we countin’ the green, Life’s a wild ride, but we keep it serene. Graffiti on the walls, stories told in spray, We’re the kings of the night, never fade away, From the hood to the throne, we’re risin’ up fast, In this playful game, man, we built to last. Laughin’ at the haters, they can’t bring us down, In our trap house kingdom, we wear the crown, So raise your glass high, toast to the grind, In this gangster life, we’re one of a kind. or