concrete jungles feat.my new soldier LO-P🔥🔥

Liquor stores on every corner, these kids don’t parks with a pop warner They’re out here roaming these streets and popping shots on us Pigs stick rocks on us, shove in dirty lock-ups Watch for the beast and run the streets with your Glock up Torture-machete lungs Head to a gun, ready to run Where you from? the jungle Survival struggle trouble, knife juggle Smuggle drugs and never fumble Through dust intake rush and break a way to conquer yardage My blocks are guarded, talk that garbage A bloodbath where white chalk is tracing carnage Fuck you sergeants You faggot pigs that plant pieces, can eat your feces Cuz when the test increases, my stress releases Welcome to the world, endangered species Well, well, well We’re living and dying in the jungle What’cha gotta say about it Nothing at all There’s nothing you can do but live it The quick speed of a beast, set free the bullet spress That's kinetically moving like telepathy, freeze Think within blink, get left scarred Hit hard, split your heart Ripped apart, knocked off with a steel sawed-off Blood is pourin', the life and times in Sick Side uniforms Skin placards and white staffords, guerrilla newscasters This is the last chapter, where we put guns to you actors Have you speaking in tongues praying to your savior backward These predators in the jungle that misbehave Wear cascades and ben daves, heads shaved Nike Cortez, inked up, they call us "Eses" L.A.’s givin' me stress daze My mother’s blessings protect my ass from catchin' a blast These shell casings on murder scenes are telling a story without a word It means you’re serving burgundy stains on curbs Point to the first degree, we thirst to be king of the jungle And so we burst the heat it’s your defeat And this is the cycle in which we curse the street [Hook] Well, well, well We’re living and dying in the jungle What’cha gotta say about it Nothing at all There’s nothing you can do but live it