Out In The Jungle

(album: S.P. The GOAT: Ghost Of All Time - 2019)

Just cooling, you know?
It's a jungle out here
Hyenas, lions, gorillas, snakes
I'm just moving

Out in the jungle it's hyenas and lions
And gorillas and snakes and all that other shit (All that other shit)
(I'm coolin')
So I'm cooling, my nigga
That money moving, my nigga
Out in the jungle it's hyenas and lions
And gorillas and snakes and all that other shit
(Cool shit, you know?)
But I load up my hammer for all that other shit

I light up two joints then a few joints
Turn the beat on just to prove a few points (A few)
Show 'em to the plug, get a few points (Hahaha)
A crew full of animals, a zoo, what do you do for 'em? (What do you do for 'em?)
Do you get 'em tamed or you leave 'em wild? (Hah?)
I'm infesting, I invested in my own style
Know I stay repping the hood (D-Block)
You ain't familiar with my neck of the woods (Nah)
You should check if you good (Check)
But if you check with a loc that's broke, what is the word worth? (What's that worth?)
Talking to the plug, what the bird worth? (How much is that?)
You tryna go straight, who you curve first?
Fucking right I'm a gangsta, homie, but I'm a nerd first (Nerds)
Smart enough to read up on the art of war
Time is valuable, it's deeper than the Audemar (It's deeper)
Protect all [?], if you blow and you ain't on that shit (On that shit)
Then they might bust a TEC at your two-door

Out in the jungle, it's hyenas and lions
And gorillas and snakes and all that other shit
So I'm cooling, my nigga
That money moving, my nigga
But I load up my hammer for all that other shit
Out in the jungle, it's hyenas and lions
And gorillas and snakes and all that other shit
So I'm cooling, my nigga
That money moving, my nigga
But I load up my hammer for all that other shit

If things get messy, know I'm Pesci with it
Billy the Kid, Jimmy Conway or Jesse with it (Woo)
I'm talking James
Let that forty-forty flame on the train for a bag
If he mad, you can bet he get it (You can bet he get it)
Been in a high-speed chase driving steady with it
I've been rich, I've been poor so I'm petty with it (I'm petty)
Fuck the karma, all I need is marijuana for the trauma
That's the suicide bomber that's cool as the Dolly Llama
Can't see Ghost, I ain't Ye, I ain't Cudi
But the forty-five's my buddy for all of the side drama
Fucking with the scariest, you could hail mary
I'm probably plotting like Tyrion Lannister
They gon' need a janitor, there's matter on the banister
He ain't have the stamina
Hammer in my canister, got it out the kitchen
You won't catch me slipping 'cause the Ghost got the sauce and you know it's still dripping
Out, nigga

Out in the jungle, it's hyenas and lions
And gorillas and snakes and all that other shit
So I'm cooling, my nigga
That money moving, my nigga
But I load up my hammer for all that other shit
Out in the jungle, it's hyenas and lions
And gorillas and snakes and all that other shit
So I'm cooling, my nigga
That money moving, my nigga
But I load up my hammer for all that other shit