[Intro: Baby Jungle & DJ Drama]
You see, we had a goal in mind (It's there, man)
Chopper shoot your shark, nigga
That nigga sound was, "What gun was that?" (On the chin, that shoot neat)
Damn, let's do it (Mr. Thanksgiving, all the drama)
He the neighborhood superstar (Every street nigga in the rap, he the neighborhood superstar)
He ain't never think he'll make it this far (Now he a rapper and street nigga)
Damn, mama, know your son a star? (Know your son a star? He here to wreck)
Used to be walkin', now we ridin' round in foreign cars (You know the rest)
[Chorus]
They ain't seen a youngin doin shit like this in a minute
Call me Jungle Jeezy, I put on for my city (Yeah, I put on for the city)
Evеn though I got some pussy, niggas wanna get me (Sincе I got some pussy, niggas hatin')
This the life I'm livin', superstar (Baby Jungle), right out the trenches (Yeah)
They ain't seen a youngin doin shit like this in a minute
Call me Jungle Jeezy, I put on for my city (Yeah, I put on for the city)
Even though I got some pussy, niggas wanna get me (I got some, pussy niggas hatin')
This the life I'm livin', superstar (Jungle Jeezy), right out the trenches (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Trenches taught me how to fight before I learned how to read
Real hood baby, make a bougie bitch get on her knees (On gang)
Gotta make it, grew up 'round nothin' but fuckin' felonies (Just felonies)
Made a hundred, I ain't touch a soul, bitch, I was sellin' P's (I ain't touch no soul)
Pushin' P, my name in the streets, it hot like third degree (Baow, bah)
Every time somethin' get spinned or popped, they want to mention me (They always mention me)
Niggas killed my brother, I can't rest until they all deceased (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
They rushin', put my brother on, never had to question loyalty
You see, we had a goal in mind (It's there, man)
Chopper shoot your shark, nigga
That nigga sound was, "What gun was that?" (On the chin, that shoot neat)
Damn, let's do it (Mr. Thanksgiving, all the drama)
He the neighborhood superstar (Every street nigga in the rap, he the neighborhood superstar)
He ain't never think he'll make it this far (Now he a rapper and street nigga)
Damn, mama, know your son a star? (Know your son a star? He here to wreck)
Used to be walkin', now we ridin' round in foreign cars (You know the rest)
[Chorus]
They ain't seen a youngin doin shit like this in a minute
Call me Jungle Jeezy, I put on for my city (Yeah, I put on for the city)
Evеn though I got some pussy, niggas wanna get me (Sincе I got some pussy, niggas hatin')
This the life I'm livin', superstar (Baby Jungle), right out the trenches (Yeah)
They ain't seen a youngin doin shit like this in a minute
Call me Jungle Jeezy, I put on for my city (Yeah, I put on for the city)
Even though I got some pussy, niggas wanna get me (I got some, pussy niggas hatin')
This the life I'm livin', superstar (Jungle Jeezy), right out the trenches (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Trenches taught me how to fight before I learned how to read
Real hood baby, make a bougie bitch get on her knees (On gang)
Gotta make it, grew up 'round nothin' but fuckin' felonies (Just felonies)
Made a hundred, I ain't touch a soul, bitch, I was sellin' P's (I ain't touch no soul)
Pushin' P, my name in the streets, it hot like third degree (Baow, bah)
Every time somethin' get spinned or popped, they want to mention me (They always mention me)
Niggas killed my brother, I can't rest until they all deceased (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
They rushin', put my brother on, never had to question loyalty
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