Jungle

It's like a jungle outside
It's Kinda hard from going under

Charles country is the jungle
Niggas prey on the weak
They rather see you on ur head
Than on your feet
Niggas snitching on they fam
Cause they can't take the heat
You only get ur flowers
Going six feet deep

Chuck county the spot
Where niggas get shot
An hoes sell cock 40$ ah wop
An when you on top
Niggas fight for your spot
If only they knew it was lonely up top

I'll get judge by 12
Before I'm carried by 6
Come thru in the clutch sixth man off the bench

Niggas be on paperwork
They know he snitched
Niggas be 50
So they straddle the fence

Nigga use to live witchu
Now you locked up
Send ur baby momma dick pics
Man WTF

Niggas ain't real they be breaking the rules
Cause if you killed my brother we could never be cool

Slide when I step
Make Move like ah boss
Never ever snuck ah nigga
Just toget my point across

I rather tote knifes an shoot dice
Bet it back twice
Imma crack my point
Ho Christ me Kimmit

Imma live my life fast
Push that bitch to the limit
Judge me on my past
So you know it ain't different

I used to go skinny dipping
Partying at legends
Pull up In the parking lot
Pocket full of weapons

Nigga see you doing good
Now they ah nuisance
Wait till you dead
Now they wanna play ur music

Anything you did they gonna claim they supported it
So my next question is WTF you ain't bought it then

Your baby momma mad when ur girlfriend look better
You going on child support
It ain't shit you can tell her

Can't be no worst
Than ur folks done told her
Gotta dick to ride on
While she cry on the shoulder

Have you ever wonder why
Maryland know for crabs
Prolly not
Cause niggas never chase the bag

An if he did he got turnt in
Off ah referral
That's why they call the DMV crabs in a barrel



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Writer(s): Steven Lancaster
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