The Jungle lyrics

[Verse 1: Nick Grant]
Hide in these scars of life, music just burns the pain
They couldn't see my dreams, they told me learn to trade
Hustle I learned the game, pistols I learned to raise
Ahead of my time, getting brain at an early age
n*ggas die young, I might revive Pac
Talent open doors, like I left on the child lock
I'm Larry Davis, aspirations on Pappy Mason
When n*ggas clap you quicker then mothers at graduation
Spotted Dalmatians, on some Cruella sh*t
We some real G's, Seventh Letter sh*t
Crooked cops pull me over cause my melanin
For these punch lines, I'm prime dancing with the devil b*tch
I am heaven sent, God write my verses
Flow so killa' n*gga, I should drive hearses
You don't see sun shining n*gga, why buy curtains
I'm better at being bad, baby why try perfect
I'm nice! This suit fit me like its grammy week
I'm the drug for the mainstream and the streets
These little n*ggas tryna' earn they spot
All these f*cking dead bodies on my mantle piece
Tell me how I feel, tell me how I feel (I feel)
I dress off the mannequin, but still I keep it real
Tell me how I feel, she love my sex appeal
Take a little pinch of Tribe mix it with a cup of trill
Ain't nothing to talk about, n*gga bring the coffins out
Jealousy from fake friends, money kept us fallin' out
My n*gga bought the chopper, let it stutter Charles Barkley now
With a yellow bone she always open like Waffle House
[Hook: Nick Grant]
Every song is killing n*gga, rob a n*gga beat him
Pimp a b*tch, slap a hoe, f*ck a sl*t, eat em'
Buy a brick, gold chain, Gucci clothes and sneakers
The kids are listening and we subconsciously mislead 'em
In the jungle

[Verse 2: Nick Grant]
Tell me whats the purpose of living, I'm just living to die
Spirit precision the realest n*ggas can feel it cause' I
Fit the description of drug dealers a slit of the pie
Cold as the kids in Chi, these n*ggas switch up they bi
Polar, you started but I finished it, man, I hope the villain win
f*ck the whole crew club and she just got her membership
A million ain't nothing, my n*gga you only n*gga rich
Stay drinkin, Abe Lincoln, only time she innocent
They f*cking up the game, what happened to Daddy Kane
Life is a b*tch, that pus*y is deep as a Cali gang
n*ggas rollies is ticking, they rocking these shabby chains
I just put the family on, I'm Keenen Ivory Wayans
They love when you dead, remember dark skinned Jermaine
Man I swear we not the same you know I ain't 'bout them games
Pray the church gon' heal the pain, swerving in and out them lanes
She get fingered in the rolls, George Gervin type of thing
Crooked cop, crooked cop, man I swear they n*gga hunting
Pistol on me, you act like I can't repent or somethin'
Top floor suite, b*tches call me Phillip Drummond
Ferrari engine be soundin' like a million n*ggas gruntin'
[Hook: Nick Grant]
Every song is killing n*gga, rob a n*gga beat him
Pimp a b*tch, slap a hoe, f*ck a sl*t, eat 'em
Buy a brick, gold chain, Gucci clothes and sneakers
The kids are listening and we subconsciously mislead 'em
In the jungle

[Outro]
Expect me n*gga like you expect Jesus is coming back
Expect me n*gga, I'm coming