Jungle
A in't going back to my old ways
Told mom and papi I get it my own way
Riddles on riddles high strung like a fiddle killin it, im making the shillings the middle man
Hates when I'm up in his bidness, ha
Wreaking havoc like theon
Haters hating what is we on
ATK always finish the race
It's like he put XYZ on
Restart the beat, know I got the heat
Haters steaming like they cookin broccoli
Stopping me, I'd advise to not my G
Bitches rock with me
Parents flock to me
Contrary karen's staring awkwardly
Cara Sarah and Felicia and Keisha
Wanna get on top of me
Took it from the ground up, still feel like I'm in the dirt
Just a sapling, make it happen, trappin sounds with the Hertz
My team full of monsters, might need an amber alert
Haters never make a sound, huh we coming for him and for her
When it's quiet in the jungle
Stop
Something coming hear the rumble
Stop
Ran away but took a tumble
Stop
Now i'm counting down the numbers
Stop
When it's quiet in the jungle
Uh
Something coming hear the rumble
Stop
Ran away but took a tumble
Drop
ATK remaining humble
Watch
Yo Louis you want this
Yea Imma need that
Bustin out the jungle I been here for way too long
I got my brother off the gummy now you see he faded, gone
They worried bout my salary but now you know I played them all
No more talkin formally I'm sick of fuckin flaming y'all
Listen to me real closely
I been moving real slowly
I'm the one they wanna be now
That's what's your girl told me
Fuck around they finding out
The Taylor watch my timing now
I gave the sauce to ATK I'm soaring while he flying out
Bout to stock up
Your head is on my wishlist
Keep em locked up
I'm coming for y'all bitches
Okay, from my perspective you way too big for your britches
Hooper said that I gotta do the dishes
I told Triple A lil bro you gotta do the dishes
So get the mold out the fridge or else Dacribo will be Fridgless
We got the hoes yea the record label never pulling bitchless
I don't condone doin' whip-its yea to me that is some bitch shit
Been rapping for a minute now no trick shit
I dress to play the part like Bonaparte I doing king shit
I'm mixing black rap into my milky flow like Nesquick
We cooking every morning beats flipped quick like bisquick
Been writing since the ripsticks
So now my past self would say my raps are futuristic
I don't study linguistics
But I could talk to anyone bout anything artistic
They tell me hey your special kid but I am not
Yuh
Yuh
I told bro roll clips
Goldberg brought the chauffeur okurr solar eclipse
Cause at night we makin memories folkloristic
Cause when we tell em to our kids they the won't believe the shit we did
Got invited to the studio cause Griffs skills needed
In the whip ohhh the seats been heated
Abuse the gym ohhh I mistreat it
I'm in my prime bro best believe it
You can hear it also see it
Slide a beat I'll prolly beat it
Send it thru I'll do remix
10 to 2 I'll drive it keyless
Push to start I'll turn it on
Raps mature I'm kinda grown
No you can't chill on my lawn
Bro one day I kinda spawned
Told mom and papi I get it my own way
Riddles on riddles high strung like a fiddle killin it, im making the shillings the middle man
Hates when I'm up in his bidness, ha
Wreaking havoc like theon
Haters hating what is we on
ATK always finish the race
It's like he put XYZ on
Restart the beat, know I got the heat
Haters steaming like they cookin broccoli
Stopping me, I'd advise to not my G
Bitches rock with me
Parents flock to me
Contrary karen's staring awkwardly
Cara Sarah and Felicia and Keisha
Wanna get on top of me
Took it from the ground up, still feel like I'm in the dirt
Just a sapling, make it happen, trappin sounds with the Hertz
My team full of monsters, might need an amber alert
Haters never make a sound, huh we coming for him and for her
When it's quiet in the jungle
Stop
Something coming hear the rumble
Stop
Ran away but took a tumble
Stop
Now i'm counting down the numbers
Stop
When it's quiet in the jungle
Uh
Something coming hear the rumble
Stop
Ran away but took a tumble
Drop
ATK remaining humble
Watch
Yo Louis you want this
Yea Imma need that
Bustin out the jungle I been here for way too long
I got my brother off the gummy now you see he faded, gone
They worried bout my salary but now you know I played them all
No more talkin formally I'm sick of fuckin flaming y'all
Listen to me real closely
I been moving real slowly
I'm the one they wanna be now
That's what's your girl told me
Fuck around they finding out
The Taylor watch my timing now
I gave the sauce to ATK I'm soaring while he flying out
Bout to stock up
Your head is on my wishlist
Keep em locked up
I'm coming for y'all bitches
Okay, from my perspective you way too big for your britches
Hooper said that I gotta do the dishes
I told Triple A lil bro you gotta do the dishes
So get the mold out the fridge or else Dacribo will be Fridgless
We got the hoes yea the record label never pulling bitchless
I don't condone doin' whip-its yea to me that is some bitch shit
Been rapping for a minute now no trick shit
I dress to play the part like Bonaparte I doing king shit
I'm mixing black rap into my milky flow like Nesquick
We cooking every morning beats flipped quick like bisquick
Been writing since the ripsticks
So now my past self would say my raps are futuristic
I don't study linguistics
But I could talk to anyone bout anything artistic
They tell me hey your special kid but I am not
Yuh
Yuh
I told bro roll clips
Goldberg brought the chauffeur okurr solar eclipse
Cause at night we makin memories folkloristic
Cause when we tell em to our kids they the won't believe the shit we did
Got invited to the studio cause Griffs skills needed
In the whip ohhh the seats been heated
Abuse the gym ohhh I mistreat it
I'm in my prime bro best believe it
You can hear it also see it
Slide a beat I'll prolly beat it
Send it thru I'll do remix
10 to 2 I'll drive it keyless
Push to start I'll turn it on
Raps mature I'm kinda grown
No you can't chill on my lawn
Bro one day I kinda spawned
Credits
Writer(s): Griffin Hochheiser
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