Young Kraay - Concrete Jungle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by BenG NamoR]

[Hook]

Concrete Jungles in this game
Break that bread they gone know my name
Concrete Jungles in this game
Break that bread they gone know my name
Salud to the fortune and fame
They gone know my name
Concrete Jungles in this game
Break that bread they gone know my name

[Verse]

I know they love it when that bass go
Whip the caddy to the D nigga drive slow
Just a little nigga getting money nice flow
Push the bags for the love of the bankrolls
Mama need a crib and pop need a new rari
Don't worry bout nothing got a motherfucking army
Say the word and I got it, like it I'll cop it
You was there now we here the game number one target
Jah, I ain't end up in a coffin
From the burbs to the streets steady mobbing
Roll in the V and we dropping the top and
Make another hit got the game on lock and
My brothers from different mothers
We living we fucking love it
Loyalty and love for the team nothing above it
Daily have a dream of the dream I see it coming
My niggas making moves fuck niggas ain't with it
The game ain't shit less YBF in it
Off top on the tip and I'm only about the business
My baby need tuition so a nigga on a mission
Day one had the motherfucking world on my wish list
In the cage nigga only fourteen
Two years came up now that's all me
Fuck a hater in the game going balls deep
No divorce to the fame shit concrete

[Bridge]

Concrete Jungles in this game
In this game (x2)
Concrete Jungles in this game
They gone know my name (x3)

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Know they gone love it when this shit drop
No competition we winning your rolly tic toc
The money calling me calling me on that Chris Rock
Do it for my city Detroit the love of hip hop
You know your profit ain't cooking up like my melting pot
For that paper I'm chasing until my heart stop
Same city same friends hit the same spots
Payed cash for that caddy whipping out the parking lot
See that believe that this where the streets at
Hit the scene fresher than a tic tac
Boss up pull your motherfucking wig back
Leaned back of the motherfucking loud pack, loud pack
Little nigga you ain't fucking with the team
Nah hater come between of the dream
I serve it up to the fiends
You in the belly of a beast
You in the belly of a king

[Hook] + [Bridge]

That Kraay that Kraay
Get em (x3)
That boy damn Kraay
Uh

[Verse 3]

Way back before the little engine could
Ch chugging trying to get up out the hood
When it's all bad running from the goods
Let that shit burn cause the damn thing should
I wish a motherfucker would, pray a motherfucker will
Till I get my fill no love no feel bitch it's been a done deal
Swear to god I see the day we hit the palace to the garden
Sell out shows banging shit that's too retarted
All I know we ain't on the same according or coordinates
I got a purpose for waking up every morning
Can't complain could've been up on that corner
With some baby mama drama bout the weave I ain't bought her
Ink my whole body finna hit the fucking parlor
Due time when we pull up at the Oscars and the Grammys
With my whole damn family
And reminisce on all the time we waited
When you coming from the pavement
Now your crib is double gated
Skurt off like nigga we made it
Switch ho's like the season be changing
Can't explain it but I'm feeling amazing
When you destined for greatness and then you step up and take it
No questions asked, no questions asked
Leave it all in the past, leave it all in the past