Dusty Jungle
Today we're not only introducing you to potentially your new favorite artist
Someone you may not have known before
But from a town we've never spoken to anyone from
Ugie!
The town of Ugie in the Joe Qhabi district municipality
And that's where this guy grew up
Uh he's a producer
Yeah beat maker he's a rapper, hip-hop artist an R&B artist
We say a big welcome to Diverse Dritty!
Thank you
U-G-I-E
You know'm sayin'
Not everybody got it made out here
Basically you gotta make it yourself
Give me a solid solid topic
Instead of going on 'bout what you got up in your wallet
Instead of going on 'bout all the cars that y'all be drivin'
Instead of all the alcohol and bitches when y'all vibin'
Some of us just ain't survivin'
I guess the realest is what they struggle to deal with
Not to mention critics that started as those you shared the field with
Falsify an image for protection
That's bullshit
To me it seems so foolish
But I guess they dress to impress
I keep it hunnid percent
I couldn't care less 'bout what another man said
Y'all can't touch me coz I'm already damaged
I'm bruised, broken and mishandled
But I know I that God be planning
I keep getting back up
Ten toes I'm standing
I got my money where my mouth is
If ain't the truth then I ain't said it
Every statement that I'm voicin' accurate
I'm like a veteran in the battlefield
Feels like I'm chosen on some draft pick
But I ain't even got a record deal
Yeah I'm coming from a dusty jungle
Some people on the hustle
Others struggle
I keep my chin up tryna build my pockets muscle
Working on the double
I keep my vision tunnel
Some people hardly ever make it
And they eating from you
I keep my hopes up
Homey I be flyin' tonight
Yeah I rolled up
Homey won't you pass me the light
Go get your doe up
Told me that's the way to survive
Come to my section you gon' see what we call life
Homey it's aight
Yeah my life aight
Shit
Yeah my life aight
Homey it's aight
Yo
Yeah my life aight
See I'm comin' from a small town
Where they paper chasin'
Some people hardly ever make it
So they pour up cups gettin' faded
The way I see it when you dreamin' ain't no limitations
See the opportunities
You gotta take it
But don't ever fake it till you make you make it
Keep it real until you fall
I mean six feet deep
Don't be concerned bout gettin' bitches in your sheets
Everytime a snake bites you gonna bleed
Rather focus on your bread and how you eat
Make sure you careful when you share a piece
Some people take the hand
You offered them a pinky
That's poor mentality
But I know I'm not the only one that sees these things
A lotta people got a woke mind and wide eyes
The hustle the mission
All they ever do is grind
They tryna keep their keep business in mind
Coz none of us got time
They just wanna see their mother smile with some love in her eyes
They wanna see their mother smile with some love in her eyes
Yeah I'm coming from a dusty jungle
Some people on the hustle
Others struggle
I keep my chin up tryna build my pockets muscle
Working on the double
I keep my vision tunnel
Some people hardly ever make it and they...
They just want the pussy and the power
I just want my weed louder
Finna pull up in the game and devour
I'm tired of the cowards actin' sour
Everytime my verses make em peak to the pivot
I'm just kickin' it while tryna get it
I be on some crazy shit
Like a crackhead dude
I keep it truer than your favorite rapper do
Subtle like a Michael Jackson move
Reaching levels like its chronicle
Ontop of all these fools
Never leave 'em with no clues
Not even Sherlock would know who
Be who
That put your brain through a lot of stress
I don't dress to impress nor express
I be showing you a mental image from the realest
That be living
Wether he winnin' or losin' in any event
Yeah I'm coming from a dusty jungle
Some people on the hustle
Others struggle
I keep my chin up tryna build my Pockets muscle
Working on the double
I keep my vision tunnel
Some people hardly ever make it
And they eating from you
I keep my hopes up
Homey I be flyin' tonight
Yeah I rolled up
Homey won't you pass me the light
Go get your doe up
Told me that's the way to survive
Come to my section you gon' see what we call life
Homey it's aight
Yeah my life aight
Shit
Yeah my life aight
Homey it's aight
Yeah my life aight
Someone you may not have known before
But from a town we've never spoken to anyone from
Ugie!
The town of Ugie in the Joe Qhabi district municipality
And that's where this guy grew up
Uh he's a producer
Yeah beat maker he's a rapper, hip-hop artist an R&B artist
We say a big welcome to Diverse Dritty!
Thank you
U-G-I-E
You know'm sayin'
Not everybody got it made out here
Basically you gotta make it yourself
Give me a solid solid topic
Instead of going on 'bout what you got up in your wallet
Instead of going on 'bout all the cars that y'all be drivin'
Instead of all the alcohol and bitches when y'all vibin'
Some of us just ain't survivin'
I guess the realest is what they struggle to deal with
Not to mention critics that started as those you shared the field with
Falsify an image for protection
That's bullshit
To me it seems so foolish
But I guess they dress to impress
I keep it hunnid percent
I couldn't care less 'bout what another man said
Y'all can't touch me coz I'm already damaged
I'm bruised, broken and mishandled
But I know I that God be planning
I keep getting back up
Ten toes I'm standing
I got my money where my mouth is
If ain't the truth then I ain't said it
Every statement that I'm voicin' accurate
I'm like a veteran in the battlefield
Feels like I'm chosen on some draft pick
But I ain't even got a record deal
Yeah I'm coming from a dusty jungle
Some people on the hustle
Others struggle
I keep my chin up tryna build my pockets muscle
Working on the double
I keep my vision tunnel
Some people hardly ever make it
And they eating from you
I keep my hopes up
Homey I be flyin' tonight
Yeah I rolled up
Homey won't you pass me the light
Go get your doe up
Told me that's the way to survive
Come to my section you gon' see what we call life
Homey it's aight
Yeah my life aight
Shit
Yeah my life aight
Homey it's aight
Yo
Yeah my life aight
See I'm comin' from a small town
Where they paper chasin'
Some people hardly ever make it
So they pour up cups gettin' faded
The way I see it when you dreamin' ain't no limitations
See the opportunities
You gotta take it
But don't ever fake it till you make you make it
Keep it real until you fall
I mean six feet deep
Don't be concerned bout gettin' bitches in your sheets
Everytime a snake bites you gonna bleed
Rather focus on your bread and how you eat
Make sure you careful when you share a piece
Some people take the hand
You offered them a pinky
That's poor mentality
But I know I'm not the only one that sees these things
A lotta people got a woke mind and wide eyes
The hustle the mission
All they ever do is grind
They tryna keep their keep business in mind
Coz none of us got time
They just wanna see their mother smile with some love in her eyes
They wanna see their mother smile with some love in her eyes
Yeah I'm coming from a dusty jungle
Some people on the hustle
Others struggle
I keep my chin up tryna build my pockets muscle
Working on the double
I keep my vision tunnel
Some people hardly ever make it and they...
They just want the pussy and the power
I just want my weed louder
Finna pull up in the game and devour
I'm tired of the cowards actin' sour
Everytime my verses make em peak to the pivot
I'm just kickin' it while tryna get it
I be on some crazy shit
Like a crackhead dude
I keep it truer than your favorite rapper do
Subtle like a Michael Jackson move
Reaching levels like its chronicle
Ontop of all these fools
Never leave 'em with no clues
Not even Sherlock would know who
Be who
That put your brain through a lot of stress
I don't dress to impress nor express
I be showing you a mental image from the realest
That be living
Wether he winnin' or losin' in any event
Yeah I'm coming from a dusty jungle
Some people on the hustle
Others struggle
I keep my chin up tryna build my Pockets muscle
Working on the double
I keep my vision tunnel
Some people hardly ever make it
And they eating from you
I keep my hopes up
Homey I be flyin' tonight
Yeah I rolled up
Homey won't you pass me the light
Go get your doe up
Told me that's the way to survive
Come to my section you gon' see what we call life
Homey it's aight
Yeah my life aight
Shit
Yeah my life aight
Homey it's aight
Yeah my life aight
Credits
Writer(s): Jan Janse Van Vuuren
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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