Kreo - Jungled Paradise
All these damn plates I need a bigger tableMy biggest appreciation is just being able
You wouldn't even think that real niggas needed prayer
I know if they don't love me now they ain't gone love me later
Back to the block hoping and wishing they can catch me slipping
In yo mind you think you up til I put something in it
I been on demon time lately maybe it's just something in me
With All these lines I'm blowing through I gotta see the finish
Chasing a bag cause if don't then tell me who is
And you can tell em how it is but don't tell what you did
And if teach em how to spend then teach em how to live
I hope all them blessing you catching you share with yo kids
I hope all the flexible moments you share with you partners
We move like mobsters steak and lobster yea we prime and proper
Chopsticks ain't come from China professional optics
Semi burst or fully really improving my options
From A to B or A to Z I Maneuver with shooters
And still fucking the same bitches it don't matter who up
You shouldn't care about a name just as long as the crew up
Niggas competing in the city shit lasting a few months
For the love of money how's it going down
I see Blood everywhere all these bodies on the ground
I smell death in the air I can still hear the sounds
I don't no any fear screaming for crying out loud
On me Glock for protection or 40 smith and Wesson
When niggas don't have it they go out and get it
See kill or be killed just don't be a victim
I just pray up to god may their souls he rest em
I Just got off the phone with the plug I'm all set
And I'd rather go and get em I already tried to mail em
Good credentials and I'm legal I ain't gotta pay a bitch
And if it ain't worth dying for you don't wanna be in it
Ion trust em I can't kick it be cool or skate with em
Throw dirt on em then go hang with the same nigga
Dangerous I rather the flame than the rain hit em
Since he two face hit his head on both sides with the same nickel
I'm not going back and forth cause I ain't bout to do laps
Have all the will power but it's a price to react
Never fault you for getting yours shit it's life so adapt
We want what we never need but never want what we lack
Karma is a bitch bro you sure you wanna be next
You already lost 3 you sure you want that rematch
This murder shit ain't pretty you want yo kids to see that
I treat a nigga real proper how would you like to be stretched
If you send it it's coming back like it ain't likely he step
And known for carrying in 30 so he gone shoot like he steph
Everybody become a friend bc they wanna be next
Really wanna know is it life after death
Jungled paradise
For the love of money how's it going down
I see Blood everywhere all these bodies on the ground
I smell death in the air I can still hear the sounds
I don't no any fear screaming for crying out loud
On me Glock for protection or 40 smith and Wesson
When niggas don't have it they go out and get it
See kill or be killed just don't be a victim
I just pray up to god may their souls he rest em
Written by:
Kiefer Amis
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