Skywalker - Jungle (feat. DOUBLE ONTENDRE & DE~Rail)
Life can be so crazy, odd and confusingStruggle on the daily to dodge the illusions
Wonder if they'd pay me to opp a solution
To make make it stop but the truths not so amusing
They don't wanna hear it so they not gonna use it
Maybe cuz they fear it and I cost what ya choosing
As comfort inside the box, ya gonna lose it
Maybe that's the reason for this pot that I'm using
And the reason for the sugar snot they abusing
They taking shots straight to the vain and it's oozing
Awful lot of pain, cinder blocks up on the brain
Will it stop or just remain or will we come to a conclusion
Highway to hell steady going eighty cruising
Gotcha mood swinging lookin like a Lazy Susan
Dodged a few demons due to gratitude fusing
It change my point of view when I thought that I was losing
But really I was winning buzzed now I'm spinning cuz
I been slipping now it's turning into sinning
Bruh now I'm sipping and this bottles never ending
Duh you can see the truth we can stop with the pretending
Just really I was winning buzzed now I'm spinning cuz
I been slipping now it's turning into sinning
Bruh now I'm sipping and this bottles never ending
Duh you can see the truth we can stop with the pretending just
Tell me what you know about being stuck up in the jungle
Trapped up in the projects that shit look like royal rumble
If you got that bag lil nigga you better not fumble
Say it with yo chest lil bitch you better not mumble
Every corner got a liquor store
You wanted ghetto then look no more
Tell me what the fuck is a credit score
In the trap when it rains it pours
In the hood all the black folks dying
And nobody is hiring
All our mommas crying
The police steady firing
At our black skin the hate is within
American tends to fear what they can't understand
Shoot at me and my friends
Selling dope just to make some ends
Yet y'all still wanna pretend
What happened in the past isn't our current present
Tell me what you know about being stuck up in the jungle
Trapped up in the projects that shit look like royal rumble
If you got that bag lil Nigga you better not fumble
Say it with yo chest lil bitch you better not mumble
I might have to decouple some peeps, now people I fuck with the lease
Peeps who accompany me, on the regular cause of redundancy, ain't got the muscle we Need
They ain't been refunding my cheese, pull up a three
Empty I buckled free seats, I button be sleeves, scream fuck the police
We struggle with beef, now jump and let's flee hoe
The ETA of the drugs is delayed, cause the Yeezy weights, gone get cut into eights the DEA
Getting up in my face, the weed treat cakes, get oven baked
And my CD plays, and it bumps, in the trunk with the base
MP3 a tapes, stuck on repeat, give a fuck bout a couple of beeps
While these other rappers mumble and scream, huh
Tell me what you know about being stuck up in the jungle
Trapped up in the projects that shit look like royal rumble
If you got that bag lil Nigga you better not fumble
Say it with yo chest lil bitch you better not mumble
Written by:
Darryl Pioch, DiAndre Maldonado, Sammie Walker
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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