Wiz Tha Great - Jungle

I came from the jungle
I been running plays i won’t fumble
When you getting money they don’t love you
Why he got a glock he never struggled
I came from the jungle
I been running plays i won’t fumble
When you getting money they don’t love you
Why he got a glock he never struggled
I came from that jungle they don’t play around
I know some snakes who gone hiss with no sound
Niggas sneak diss when you not even round
Pull up and see how we bussin them rounds
Asked that hoe why she leave me she didn’t reply
She just posted a status don’t even know why
I would give her my time, took a seat with the blind
I don’t have enough time to explain my demise
I look up at the sky i been asking God Why
Would he give me this this life without giving advice
Am i living it right spark a blunt get high
Put a watch on my leg cuz I’m standing on time
Caught that hoe slipping she cheated and lied
But shit Fuck that lil bitch cuz I’m back on my grind
Sun in my face but not blocking my shine
I wrote this song cuz I’m feeling the vibe
Walk in the store like go get it lil nigga
If i couldn’t afford it go steal it lil nigga
I never had money that feeling was bitter
Now i don’t look tags i just fiddle my figures
I been lion hearted they calling me simba
Been talking in codes like I’m skills da flippa
Got the world in your hands like it’s yours lil nigga
Can’t fuck with the plug with no cords lil nigga
I came from the jungle
I been running plays i won’t fumble
When you getting money they don’t love you
Why he got a glock he never struggled
I came from the jungle
I been running plays i won’t fumble
When you getting money they don’t love you
Why he got a glock he never struggled
Big bank
I walk around like my shit stank
Feel like a shark in a fish tank
Niggas won’t beef ima big steak
It’s a hit or a miss ain’t no mistake
Conquer the beat like I’m big grape
I’ll put a rope round yo mixtape
Then i blow smoke in yo Bitch face
While inserting the tip how the clip taste?
I been raking in cash need a big rake
I been eating so much need a big plate
I been chopping up beats like a Sensei
New bitch pussy so wet i can’t feel it
She been drowning in xans for the feeling
She throwing it back watch i hit it
Roscoe dashing no hands switch position
All blue hunnids like counting addition
Dropping music like it’s a tradition
Coast to coast i said fuck that audition
Who the fuck pay 300 admission?
Lost my mind now I’m losing control
Seeing demons might auction my soul
Told mg he could make it he cold
Try to make it not getting exposed
All i know that murder murder murder
End of show close the curtain
Turning green from the money like Kermit
Don’t spit nothing but truth in my verses
I hit plays like i pass the assist
Talk slick i might shoot i don’t miss
In the trap where they serving them bricks
Niggas tryna escape that eviction
I came from the jungle
I been running plays i won’t fumble
When you getting money they don’t love you
Why he got a glock he never struggled

Written by:
Walter Gandy Jr

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