The Jungle Cordae

[Verse 1]
My whole life for hours I been writing convictions
Temptation to striking a Christian, while he fighting position
Almighty forgiven, while looking for a righteous religion
Hopefully getting my people out of lightest positions
And then, one that maybe don't have cost a dime or cent
Where I gotta pay tithe to hear common sense
Rhyming since, like a god and shit in my consciousness
Some say he insane and I'm just out of it
'Cause wack rappers that's ass backwards is getting clout
Taking pictures with guns they don't know shit about
It's giving me not the bittest doubt I'm the realest out
They begging me to hear him out 'cause they fear me now
Why try to act hardcore or hard for
They hopping that I break a leg, no Paul George
I'm so fly that I sky walk like Star Wars
Push so hard For Waldorf then fall forward

[Chorus]
I mean in actuality we all stuck in a frame
Can't get out so we just busted in chains
And all these rap niggas straight frontin' for fame
Stupid that they think it's something to gain
Welcome to the jungle, the jungle the motherfuckin' jungle (Yeah)
Welcome to the jungle, the jungle the motherfuckin' jungle (Yeah)