The Jungle

作词 : Kemani Duggan/Daniel Voskoboynik/Quinton Gardner/Evan Ellicott/Tyron Muthiga Warigia

作曲 : Kemani Duggan/Daniel Voskoboynik/Quinton Gardner/Evan Ellicott/Tyron Muthiga Warigia

Yeah, only thing I knew was that revenge is a promise, man (EMRLD)

Could've did that shit three years ago, three days ago

Thirty years ago, nigga, shit gon' catch up on you

Uh

I was in the jungle

But someone put me where the city at, we spin around

And go from block to block like city cabs, I know I'll make it

But I realized that half my city cap, must be crazy

If niggas catch me lackin', I'll be damned, keep it goin'

See, I've been settin' bars they couldn't beat, it get annoying

The real don't give a ****, please don't ask me how I'm scorin'

See, I can't turn my back on my nigga, we dodgin' warrants

This that love and loyalty, see, this shit be so important

Free 47

I only **** with glizzies, 23s, and 27s

I was in the trap sеrvin' junkies, servin' Kevin

Might not know mе now, but where I'm from, see, I'm a legend

Police on my back, I hit the gas just like the Chevron

B***h, I hit a left, hit a right, then hit the exit

AMG Benz flyin' through the intersection

I ain't have shit in the trap, only had Netflix

B***h, they call me Pressa, so she try to impress me

Police want me locked up, but first they gotta catch me

Smokin' with a gun, so we took him on a high-speed

Wassi, he go crazy with a gun off m***y

Nigga gon' be dead if a nigga try to try me

B***h gon' end up dead if she ever try to line me

Bullets rip his face, I ain't fightin' like Miyagi

B***h, we stir the storm in the pot, real tsunami

It's just a .38 cah if the opps come, we gotta shell back

Pretty little b***h, I put my gun in her Chanel bag

I got love for the guys, I see the ones that didn't help man

Double-R cream seats, she wanna ****, I tell her **** me in the back then

Two pistols, one brown and one black skeng

I like spinners, I like Glock 9s, I really want a MAC-10

My nigga got life 'cause with his knife, he just splashed ten

Free him

And I like ninas with gold bells

And she a jezzie, so I **** her in the hotel

A nigga died, he got fried, I said, "Oh well"

My pistol's nearby, I can't lack up in this cold world

My YG's charged up, they're tryna go L, that's tat for tat

Two shotguns, they both blast off back to back

And you ain't like that, so how you hit the booth and rap your cap?

Shawty talk loads, she love to chat and chat

My nigga caught a body all for the gang

I was in the jungle

But someone put me where the city at, we spin around

And go from block to block like city cabs, I know I'll make it

But I realized that half my city cap, must be crazy

If niggas catch me lackin', I'll be damned, keep it goin'

See, I've been settin' bars they couldn't beat, it get annoying

The real don't give a ****, please don't ask me how I'm scorin'

See, I can't turn my back on my nigga, we dodgin' warrants

This that love and loyalty, see, this shit be so important