Jungle - lonemoon, Maxd

Concrete jungle, it’s a concrete jungle

On my own grind, on my own struggle

Concrete jungle, it’s a concrete jungle

I’m on my own grind, and I ain’t finna stumble

Shoutout to Max

Busy running with the pack

Never quitting on my task

Spitting my lyrics to finish in first, not the last

I’m a bat

Hang out, discover the rat

Find him, my pistol gon rat up the tat

Women know that what I’m rolling is fat

But you busy, you turning your back

Damn, I’ll work on my etiquette

Shawty get sick, I’ll rescue her

Shawty need quick, I’mma let you hurt when

Shawty don’t know that I’m testing her god damn

God damn!

God damn!

She don’t know that I’m the man but that’s the master plan

Concrete jungle, it’s a concrete jungle

On my own grind, on my own struggle

Concrete jungle, it’s a concrete jungle

I’m on my own grind, and I ain’t finna stumble

Concrete, yuh, I’m a concrete killer

Got a gat in one hand and a hand on the zipper

Popping xans with one hand and slurpin henny with the other

Got your side bitch mad and my gang loiter littering

Popped a ritalin, swish it down with some Jameson

Codeine for the flavoring, and a sippy cup for the savouring

Ride low like where my balls be just dangling

Familiar with my presidents but my favourite’s B Franklin

Concrete jungle, it’s a concrete jungle

On my own grind, on my own struggle

Concrete jungle, it’s a concrete jungle

I’m on my own grind, and I ain’t finna stumble