From the jungle I grew up
With a couple hyenas
Only action, them pistols clappin
Causin credits like regal
We gon tax you, the Liberty Statue brought you your freedom
Ain't no speakin them demons probably feening to grab you
Reachin for souls, but slowly only to give you a role
What's the moral of this life dawg, how far will it go
When you rock designer clothes and you f*ck the baddest ho's
Is that really worth it all just to sell it for your soul
Homie, no
And I'm not even in it for the gold, man
I'm in it for the plaques, put my face on some stone
Yabadabba
I'm scrappin with anybody that's talking shit
Gloves like Tyson, Derek Jeter with a hard hit
Feelin like Jake Gyllenhaal I'm a JARhead
Though I never finished with these bars, I just started
Carving my thought's with this pen and this pad, cause I'm starving
Feenin for more lyrical bars that I can sharpen
So I could start, swimming with the sharks in the dark end
Spittin all these fax man I'm Xerox regardless
I got this rap game in a headlock, rap game hero I guess you could call me Handcock
Hold up
Gotta blast call me neutron
Gotta get the green like a crouton
I'm foldin this bread look like futon
Boy, I'm hot call me Hunan
Haven't been the same since Sudan
I was too young
My father was out sellin weapons and drugs
Movin to better got outta the mud
That Jungle mind still resides in my blood
If you see me round town I'ma lose it
Boy you know I run my city like I'm Lucious
Been the same, hopin they support the music
In this game full of snakes, man I'm stayin the truest
Do it
Banxfrmbx - Jungle Lyrics
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From the jungle I grew up
With a couple hyenas
Only action, them pistols clappin
Causin credits like regal
We gon tax you, the Liberty Statue brought you your freedom
Ain't no speakin them demons probably feening to grab you
Reachin for souls, but slowly only to give you a role
What's the moral of this life dawg, how far will it go
When you rock designer clothes and you f*ck the baddest ho's
Is that really worth it all just to sell it for your soul
Homie, no
And I'm not even in it for the gold, man
I'm in it for the plaques, put my face on some stone
Yabadabba
I'm scrappin with anybody that's talking shit
Gloves like Tyson, Derek Jeter with a hard hit
Feelin like Jake Gyllenhaal I'm a JARhead
Though I never finished with these bars, I just started
Carving my thought's with this pen and this pad, cause I'm starving
Feenin for more lyrical bars that I can sharpen
So I could start, swimming with the sharks in the dark end
Spittin all these fax man I'm Xerox regardless
I got this rap game in a headlock, rap game hero I guess you could call me Handcock
Hold up
Gotta blast call me neutron
Gotta get the green like a crouton
I'm foldin this bread look like futon
Boy, I'm hot call me Hunan
Haven't been the same since Sudan
I was too young
My father was out sellin weapons and drugs
Movin to better got outta the mud
That Jungle mind still resides in my blood
If you see me round town I'ma lose it
Boy you know I run my city like I'm Lucious
Been the same, hopin they support the music
In this game full of snakes, man I'm stayin the truest
Do it
With a couple hyenas
Only action, them pistols clappin
Causin credits like regal
We gon tax you, the Liberty Statue brought you your freedom
Ain't no speakin them demons probably feening to grab you
Reachin for souls, but slowly only to give you a role
What's the moral of this life dawg, how far will it go
When you rock designer clothes and you f*ck the baddest ho's
Is that really worth it all just to sell it for your soul
Homie, no
And I'm not even in it for the gold, man
I'm in it for the plaques, put my face on some stone
Yabadabba
I'm scrappin with anybody that's talking shit
Gloves like Tyson, Derek Jeter with a hard hit
Feelin like Jake Gyllenhaal I'm a JARhead
Though I never finished with these bars, I just started
Carving my thought's with this pen and this pad, cause I'm starving
Feenin for more lyrical bars that I can sharpen
So I could start, swimming with the sharks in the dark end
Spittin all these fax man I'm Xerox regardless
I got this rap game in a headlock, rap game hero I guess you could call me Handcock
Hold up
Gotta blast call me neutron
Gotta get the green like a crouton
I'm foldin this bread look like futon
Boy, I'm hot call me Hunan
Haven't been the same since Sudan
I was too young
My father was out sellin weapons and drugs
Movin to better got outta the mud
That Jungle mind still resides in my blood
If you see me round town I'ma lose it
Boy you know I run my city like I'm Lucious
Been the same, hopin they support the music
In this game full of snakes, man I'm stayin the truest
Do it
Writer: Justyn Roman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid