Jungle

In my city it get tragic tragic
toting on them sticks we keep automatics
opps see us theyon reallly want no static
we gon make it happen make it happen
we come from the trenches we ain't never had shit
he ain't really bout it know that boy just rappin
Hitta keep a drum watch it get to clapping
pass my bro the glock let it sing like gladdes
I grew up the jun gle oouh oh oh
wit lions n gorillas
wit trappers and the dealers
gotta stay dangerous so I move around wit killas
Me my gang hit you boy yeah I promise u gon feel us
I grew up in the jungle uh oh oh
wit slimes n snakes
I grew up wit fakes
hittin licks after school had to run from the jakes
ain't nobody give us nothin that's why we had to take
I grew up where ya shawty she'll set u up
she'll get you dead
opps put that money on ya head
you done came up u getting bread
you done came up so them niggas mad at you
she ain't want u was broke now she throw that ass at you
oh he say he wit the shits?
boy my niggas wit it too
I swear all my niggas step like a new pair of shoes
ain't no 1 on 1s nigga theyon play by rules
it get dangerous in my city so u gotta keep ya tool
In my city it get tragic tragic
toting on them sticks we keep automatics
opps see us theyon reallly want no static
we gon make it happen make it happen
we come from the trenches we ain't never had shit
he ain't really bout it know that boy just rappin
hitta keep a drum watch it get to clapping.
pass my bro the glock let it sing like gladdes

I grew up the jun gle oouh oh oh
wit lions n gorillas
wit trappers and the dealers
gotta stay dangerous so I move around wit killas
Me my gang hit you boy I promise u gon feel us
I grew up in the jungle uh oh oh
wit slimes n snakes
I grew up wit fakes
hittin licks after school had to run from the jakes
ain't nobody give us nothin that's why we had to take



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Writer(s): Jevon Buck
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