Los Ultimos

[Verse 1: Osbe Chill] You know I'm up to somethin' Up the score, grab my burner by my Mike Amiri in my dresser drawer Drive-bys in foreigns, been hopped off porches straight into Porsches Circled your block and bust buckshots, yellin', "Fuck cops" You know the shit don't stop, we still on opps This jig's up, nigga, we need all you got All my life, I been battlin' with evil Everybody know: LA could get lethal It's still blood on the palm trees and fuck LAPD I got these gang tats, but the set inside of me Man, these streets don't love you, so this Glock on side of me Man, somebody lied, now I got no choice to be a G [Chorus: Elcamino] Yeah, yeah I was raised in thе jungle Prob'ly reason why I score and nеver fumble I came up different and I want more Prob'ly reason everything that we come for I was raised in the jungle Prob'ly reason why I score and never fumble I came up different and I want more Prob'ly reason everything that we come for [Verse 2: Boldy James] I'm just a sinner in the hands of a angry God (Yeah) Demons and angels in my head, at times, I can't decide (What else?) This mafia shit so for real, I had to pay my tithes (You know it) How many niggas in this game can say they ain't get robbed? (227) Was servin' custos on the River with that Saint Bernard (Blocks) I had to go up on the ticket, make 'em pay the highs (Let's get it) Ran with them cutthroats on them missions, we was takin' jobs (Ay, ay) Now me and Nutso, we some killers, gotta blame [?] (Where we at?) If niggas ain't grow up with us, can't even come around (Mafia) Give a fuck if you musclebound, they uppin' hundred-rounds (Uh) Sink or swim, rise and fly, gon' be some ups and downs (Drr-r-r) I'm from Detroit, where the sky same color as the ground (Yeah) Dumped a ounce of shea butter at the Chevron (East side) Platinum chain, same color as the heron (Where we at?) Just tryna make a couple dollars in our spare time (What else?) Most my niggas ain't have a father, so we used to share mine (Let's get it) [Chorus] Yeah, yeah I was raised in the jungle Prob'ly reason why I score and never fumble I came up different and I want more Prob'ly reason everything that we come for I was raised in the jungle Prob'ly reason why I score and never fumble I came up different and I want more Prob'ly reason everything that we come for [Verse 3: The Game] Profit, prophets and prophecies Blood spilled on me ([?]) Forty-ounces with no caps Syringes and liquid crack, yeah Pac is in me, Nas is in me, load the semi Coming to America, who got gold for Semmi? Trap for real, ask for real; crack for sale Like we Apple, we got MACs for sale In my cradle to the grave wit' it, sleep wit' it, bathe wit' it Shootin' through the walls if I'm lost in a maze wit' it Black Richard Mille, see your future when you gaze in it Diamonds shinin' like angeldust when the rays hit it [Chorus] Yeah, yeah I was raised in the jungle Prob'ly reason why I score and never fumble I came up different and I want more Prob'ly reason everything that we come for I was raised in the jungle Prob'ly reason why I score and never fumble I came up different and I want more Prob'ly reason everything that we come for