Repent diss

Ayy…
Concrete RP, load in — engines revvin’
Southside pressure when the mandem steppin’

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(Hook)
Jerry got the chains dancing, buss down glitter,
Iced out Don got the whole server lit up quicker,
Camz in the cut, that trigger get flicked,
Raj calculating every move, no slip.
Jamal on drive, that torque stay vicious,
Gupta got codes — man stack ambitions,
Dimz and Ace on tactical missions,
Concrete RP — certified villains.

Shan and Adam hold firm, no bending,
Steve and Charlie stay solid, defending,
Ben and Hazza don’t talk, just send it,
Deebo move quiet — don’t need no mention.

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(Verse 1)
SSG keep woofin’, all bark no byte,
Ballas in purple can’t match this drive,
They see our tag when we log online,
Whole map shift when the squad arrive.

We don’t do gimmicks, no clout chasin’,
Built from the mud, no handouts taken,
While they type essays, we stack foundations,
Concrete settings — firm, no shakin’.

Jerry’s wrist look like snowfall season,
Don too icy — that drip got meaning,
Server poppin’, peak time schemin’,
When the gang log in, whole city leanin’.

Camz too sharp, that aim precise,
Raj too cold — man roll that dice,
Jamal full throttle, pedal to ice,
Gupta mastermind — chess not fights.

Dimz step clean with a silent glide,
Ace bring smoke when it’s time to ride,
Shan stay calm but don’t test that side,
Adam keep watch, that’s eyes worldwide.

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(Hook)
Jerry got the chains dancing, chandelier freeze,
Iced out Don got the server on knees,
Charlie and Steve bring pressure with ease,
Ben and Hazza move low through streets.
Deebo don’t flex but the work speaks loud,
Concrete RP make the mandem proud,
SSG lost when they in our cloud,
Ballas can’t stand when the bassline pound.

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(Verse 2)
No cap raps, just grind and graft,
Late night shifts while they roleplay daft,
They throw little shots but the aim too half,
We build big empires — long term craft.

From block to broadband, we set that tone,
Independent kings, no borrowed throne,
When the squad step in, that presence known,
Whole lobby quiet — dead microphones.

SSG salty, Ballas confused,
See the scoreboard, they can’t compute,
We don’t chase hype, we execute,
Real ones win — that’s undisputed truth.

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(Outro)
Concrete RP till the server close,
Chains still dancing when the cold wind blows,
Iced out Don and the whole gang rose,
From the mud to the map — that’s how it goes.

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