concrete jungle (feat. Q-Revenue & King Dale)

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Eddie Himself Williams

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Children of the ghetto
Either you sale rocks or you gotta jump shot
Running wild and free
My momma use to wipe ass and mop piss
Just so when can have some rice to go with the fish
Just so we can have some lights to look at the dish
If you don't owe me money we can reminisce
Zoom on that engine when I'm sliding hitting licks
I will not lose my life to no bullshit behind no bitch
I assume niggas weighed the possibilities and the risk
The streets is a bitch
Move it and stack it fast as u flip
I rocked hand me downs until I got my hands on a sack
Im a man now won't let my family fall through the cracks
My daddy got some new kids
This type of food don't stick to yo ribs
The thought of being unwanted left a hole in my heart this big
Now I'm out here out here imma hustle hard until I die
Ain't no pouting round here nigga pennies by nigga pie
Thats my slice of ghetto heaven
I talk to god f*ck the reverend
And his portrait of cesare borgia quiet as kept an
No weapon
Formed against
A empty sack you can't pinch
I mean caught up in the rapture and the flow is intense
I wanted the house the picked fence
The wife the dog the no suspense
I lost some friends and shit got tense
I wish em well my money rinse
They say the top lonely
The middle filled with phonies and frauds
I got mine out the bottom against any and all odds
I drinking henny with my squad
This is a penny for my thoughts
This is one life one love one mic and one god
Children of the ghetto
Running wild and free
In a concrete jungle
Filled with misery
Eight years old headed to the laundry room to wash a load
Sweet tooth had a needle in his balls sprawled out on the floor
I seen niggas get they brain burst collateral of war
You ever whip college tuition in a pot before
I was a ghetto heathen
Rolling dice across the cement
So enticed with street life mom stayed retrieving me from the precinct
Promise imma behave decent
But muthafuck this slave treatment
I attended school with the white children and we ain't eaten like they eaten
So to the stakes even or the state indict us
We busting all nighters
The power of that little white powder can make your future brightest
Will taught me how to rock with a hanger spoon and lighter
Ryan ideal was wiser
Place the pyrex over the fire
I whip so many bricks my wrist should have arthritis
The whole click ate got lazy and caught the itis
My first gun was a three eighty i remember the rush of excitement
When I clutch and busted feel like a nutted a bolt of lightning
I was born a titian I'm from a family full of fighters
Slap boxing with fon wan had my knuckle game righteous
The ghetto wasn't all violent
we also did some smilin
Life seemed so vibrant when Dixie cups was twenty five cents
And my big wheel took up the sidewalk where I went
The media might cast a bad light on my environment
But when we at our best are talent is so aspiring
When we at our best are talent is so aspiring
Children of the ghetto
Running wild and free
In a concrete jungle
Filled with misery
You remember down and out I was broke broke
Ain't have shit man im hungry and I need soap
Even though I ain't have shit it made me who I am
If I gotta thank god for anything imma thank him for these grams
Put it all on the line your life in danger before I settled
Over came so much just a child of the ghetto
My stomach empty no food man we ain't have shit
Struggle ain't got no color we go through the same shit
So black whites latinos them the niggas I hangs with
I'm talking to you if the shoe fit man
I swear I do what I gotta do
Move how I gotta do himself q revenue
G shit it's king shit man it's king shit
The same muthafucka man they said wouldn't be shit
I'm fucked up right now can I get a win
Rip to fucking loss and let my niggas out the pen
Out the pen
It's kings
Haha

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