In the Jungle (feat. Tish Hyman)

Let's get some money now 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 Wearin' Gucci, eatin' vegan sushi movin' 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 checkin' out that Ghost and East shit Prayin' 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? They could shoot first, they gon' send the next team in They could hit the deck 'fore they send the next beam in Got the pounds comin', 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 Livin' in the jungle, everybody wants to be a lion But death will make you humble when you dyin' Yeah, death will make you humble when you dyin' Yeahhhh, money make these little niggas feel like giants But death will make you humble when you dyin' Yeah, death will make you humble when you dyin' Yeahhhh-yeah, yeahhhhh If I don't know you, you gon' see how I react in the photo (Facts) In DC 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 mornin', we really sold O's If I'm the next heathen, I'ma make sure that I'm the best breathin' .40 on me, no jeans, it's sweat season I know my past hoes, they regret leavin' (I know) I coulda died in that crash, really regret speedin' Ghost and Dave is complimented by no one, nigga I be in the Bay just conversatin' 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, runnin' in buildings but now I'm off that Used to bein' tapped, switch phones before I call back 29, almost 30, still got my flag on I ain't dead or in jail so my momma could brag on me Think I'm deliverin' mail, I got that bag on it I already know they gon' tell, I got a mask on me If you wanna new job, nigga, just ask homie You a pup, I know your boss used to get packs from me Brian Pumper ass niggas just want some pussy I'm rollin' up cookie, watchin' movies 'bout Tookie If you lackin' the real, I'm what your life needs Told my Cali' shorty to meet me on 39th street Livin' in the jungle, everybody wants to be a lion But death will make you humble when you dyin' Yeah, death will make you humble when you dyin' Yeahhhh, money make these little niggas feel like giants But death will make you humble when you dyin' Yeah, death will make you humble when you dyin' Yeahhhh-yeah, yeahhhhh The Ghost and the paranoid, playin' 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 talkin' 'bout the G-men Livin' in the jungle, everybody wants to be a lion But death will make you humble when you dyin' Yeah, death will make you humble when you dyin' Yeahhhh, money make these little niggas feel like giants But death will make you humble when you dyin' Yeah, death will make you humble when you dyin' Yeahhhh-yeah, yeahhhhh Yeah death will make you humble when you- Yeah death will make you humble when you- Yeah death will make you humble- Yeahhh, money make these little niggas feel like giants But death will make you humble when you dyin' Death-death-death will make you humble when you dyin' Yeahhhh-yeah, yeahhhhh