Jungle

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