concrete jungle
Verse 1) Yo, we hustle hard, city lights in the rear, Concrete jungle, got that grit, no fear, Subway trains rumble, hear the rhythm of the streets, From the block to the top, where ambition never sleeps. Got my Timbs on, stepping through the hustle, Brooklyn pride, yeah, we flex that muscle, Pizza slice in hand, but I'm dreaming big, Skyline visions, every day we dig. (Verse 2) From Harlem to Queens, every corner's got a story, Graffiti on the walls, yeah, we paint it in glory, Late nights, bright lights, the city's alive, In the heart of the struggle, that’s where we thrive. Chasing dreams like a cab through the maze, Living for the moment, in a New York craze, So we keep it real, with the spirit of the town, In this concrete symphony, we wear the crown.
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Verse 1) Yo, we hustle hard, city lights in the rear, Concrete jungle, got that grit, no fear, Subway trains rumble, hear the rhythm of the streets, From the block to the top, where ambition never sleeps. Got my Timbs on, stepping through the hustle, Brooklyn pride, yeah, we flex that muscle, Pizza slice in hand, but I'm dreaming big, Skyline visions, every day we dig. (Verse 2) From Harlem to Queens, every corner's got a story, Graffiti on the walls, yeah, we paint it in glory, Late nights, bright lights, the city's alive, In the heart of the struggle, that’s where we thrive. Chasing dreams like a cab through the maze, Living for the moment, in a New York craze, So we keep it real, with the spirit of the town, In this concrete symphony, we wear the crown.