In The Jungle

(专辑： Beloved - 2018)

[Styles P:]
Let's get some money, you know
East, what up?
Turn that shit up Poobs, ayy

He's boujee as fuck, really not, he's dumb high
Uzi in a tux, put your rain on your girl doobie
I do be in a rush
Wearing Gucci, eating vegan sushi moving in the clutch
Fuck around and fill a Uber up with dust
Sell it to your hood and I got the shooter in the cut
Nah, go and get the law, we on that P shit
Make a toast, you are checking out that Ghost and East shit
Praying to the East, running from the West precinct
If I kill a man, does that make me less decent?
If I hurt a man, does that make me less lenient?
I could shoot first, they gon' send the next team in
I could hit the deck, they could send the next beam in
Got the pounds coming, yeah, we got the next green in
Got the new spot, you can send the next fiend in
This the Ghost, check out East, he's the next heathen

[Tish Hyman:]
Living in the jungle, everybody wants to be it all
Yeah, but death will make you humble when you dying
Yeah, death will make you humble when you dying
Yeah... money make these little niggas feel like giants
But death will make you humble when you dying
Yeah, death will make you humble when you dying
Yeah...

[Dave East:]
If I don't know you gon' see how I react in the photo (facts)
In D-C with the package on me, meet me at the go-go
Hid the dimes in my drawers, the knicks look like NoDoz
Me and Pooch chop in the morning, we really sew O's
If I'm the next heathen, I'ma make sure I'm the best breathing
Forty on me, no jeans, it's sweat season
I know my past hoes, they regret leaving (I know)
I coulda died in that crash, really regret speeding
Ghost and Dave is complimented by no one, nigga
I be in the Bay just conversating with growers
All your favorite actresses love me, I really know 'em
Gym Star under that Gucci, I really blow 'em (on God)
Pause that, running in buildins but not [?] that
Used to being text which phones before I call back
Twenty-nine, almost thirty, still got my flag on
Neither dead or in jail so my momma could brag on me
Think I'm delivering mail, I got that bag on me
I already know they gon' tell, I got a mask on me
If you wanna new job, nigga, just ask homie
You a pump, I know your boss used to get packs from me
[?] pump ass niggas just want some pussy
Rolling up cookie, watching movies about Tookie
If you lacking the real, I'm what your life needs
Told my Cali short to meet me on thirty-ninth street

[Tish Hyman:]
Living in the jungle, everybody wants to be it all
Yeah, but death will make you humble when you dying
Yeah, death will make you humble when you dying
Yeah... money make these little niggas feel like giants
But death will make you humble when you dying
Yeah, death will make you humble when you dying
Yeah...

[Styles P:]
The Ghost and the paranoid, playing East shit
Cold-hearted nigga guaranteed to let the heat get
Tryna pray, got some shit to weigh and I'm leafless
If I shoot first, I ain't got to sweat the defense
Used to know the story, I ain't gotta set the pretense
Play the Hudson river, bring the chains and the cement
I'm a gangsta nigga, tell your bitch to suck the semen
We New York giants, I ain't talking 'bout the G-men

[Tish Hyman:]
Living in the jungle, everybody wants to be it all
Yeah, but death will make you humble when you dying
Yeah, death will make you humble when you dying
Yeah... money make these little niggas feel like giants
But death will make you humble when you dying
Yeah, death will make you humble when you dying
Yeah...

Yeah death will make you humble when you...
Yeah death will make you humble when you...
Yeah... money make these little niggas feel like giants
But death will make you humble when you dying
Death-death-death will make you humble when you dying
Yeah...