Jungle Mood Clavish

[Intro]
In the jungle wit gorillas for real
Murderers, gun grippers, drug dealers for real
In the jungle wit gorillas for real
In the jungle wit gorillas for real
Murderers, gun grippers, drug dealers for real

[Verse 1]
Said she don't want no hood rat from the hood flats, then look back girl
All my friends are hitters for real
Niggas can't help but hate 'cause I'm winnin' for real
Say my prayers night and day, but I'm sinnin' for real
In the T wit some dirt, gettin' clingy for real
Kick a bitch to the curb, she too clingy for real
In the junglе wit gorillas, watch out for them snakes
And red еye, envy, jealousy, hate
Nigga two-faced, pissed off cah I got a new case
Judge gave me time, but I'm only doin' 2 days
In a foreign car drivin' in my own lane
In my own race
At my own pace
You were always comin' last in the first place
Stop watchin' other niggas, focus on your own cake
You just see a block of flats, but I see the jungle
Came from nuttin' can't blame us for not bein' humble
I wanna blow and bring every man
But where I'm from it's every man for themselves like the Royal Rumble
You just see a block of flats, but I see the jungle
Came from nuttin', can't blame us for not bein' humble
I wanna blow and bring every man