The Jungle

[Verse 1]

My whole life for hours I been writing convictions

Temptation to striking a Christian, while he fighting position

Almighty forgiven, while looking for a righteous religion

Hopefully getting my people out of lightest positions

And then, one that maybe don't have cost a dime or cent

Where I gotta pay tithe to hear common sense

Rhyming since, like a god and shit in my consciousness

Some say he insane and I'm just out of it

'Cause wack rappers that's ass backwards is getting clout

Taking pictures with guns they don't know shit about

It's giving me not the bittest doubt I'm the realest out

They begging me to hear him out 'cause they fear me now

Why try to act hardcore or hard for

They hopping that I break a leg, no Paul George

I'm so fly that I sky walk like Star Wars

Push so hard For Waldorf then fall forward

[Chorus]

I mean in actuality we all stuck in a frame

Can't get out so we just busted in chains

And all these rap niggas straight frontin' for fame

Stupid that they think it's something to gain

Welcome to the jungle, the jungle the motherfuckin' jungle (Yeah)

Welcome to the jungle, the jungle the motherfuckin' jungle (Yeah)

[Verse 2]

To all you fuck niggas who bust triggers, what's up with ya

Kill your own kind and reading corrupt scriptures

See the through the light despite the rough picture

Spoke to the death and kept the tough figure

'Cause nowadays they doing madness shit

The cops shoot the blackest kid and claim it was an accident

Then they wonder why we tired of the cops

They riding the block, next thing you know Roger got shot

No coincidence, horrific shit, I'm tired, I'm sick of this

Ironically no witnesses, written in the genesis

Even TV, dog, it's all mind control

Rather have designer clothes than honor roll

All worthless, new slaves to Michael Kors purses

Led by corrupt leaders and false churches

Healed by my sharp flows and raw verses

Not one to judge though I'm far from perfect

[Chorus]

I mean in actuality we all stuck in a frame

Can't get out so we just busted in chains

And all these rap niggas straight frontin' for fame

Stupid that they think it's something to gain

Welcome to the jungle, the jungle the motherfuckin' jungle (Yeah)

Welcome to the jungle, the jungle the motherfuckin' jungle (Yeah)

[Verse 3]

See you gotta grip the steel, have dribble skills or get a deal

I chose option number three because my shit appeals

Got everybody respect because this nigga real

See we gotta diet better, eating shitty meals

I guess the Afro American starter pack is jail time

High cholesterol and then a heart attack

The harder facts is that lying is just apart of rap

Cold bastard, dope rapper and artifact

My God

[Outro]

Welcome to the jungle, the jungle the motherfuckin' jungle (Yeah)