Concrete Jungle Anthem

Your palm trees sway, but your bars stay weak. This is Gotham,

baby. We don't break. We peak. Skyscrapers scraping while your beaches sleep.

Concrete jungle, man, our hustle runs deep. You diss my

city like you know our veins. Veins, veins. But you're sipping

cocktails, dodging hurricanes. Hurricanes. We turned grit to gold from

pain to fame. Fame, fame. You're just a suntan with a

rental chain. You can't handle the cold or the pressure we hold.

We don't fold, we don't mold. We're worth more than gold, gold,