[Intro: Jim Jones]
Careful who you love
I've seen brothers kill they own brother
Tell me who they love
[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]
Man, I seen it all, I done been in dark, smallest nigga, biggest heart
4 a.m. in Newark, we in some tinted sharks
Product of my pain, I still got it when we spinnin'
Why home if he done made it? Boy adopted to these trenches
Then rose up out the concrete, a jungle where we livin' at
I done had the baddest of the baddest eatin' Chicken Shack
They gon' say they love you, they gon' act funny, family ate with trap money
Think the feds think we buyin' choppers with this rap money
I say I love her, I don't love her
He Newark-made, the streets babysat me for my mother
It's all about a process, they prolly ain't GOAT me 'cause I ain't died yet
Had foreign bitches pullin' in the projects
Had project bitches hoppin' in foreigns, shit, I done seen gang turn informant
Shit, I done seen lames feel important
The real ride alone, a product of my habitat
I feel right at home, nigga feel right at— Gang
[Chorus: Tsu Surf & Jim Jones]
Grew up in this jungle, they don't love you in these trenches
Niggas ain't your niggas, can't be trustin' on no bitches
Careful who you love, care for who you love
Careful who you love, care for who you love
Grew up in this jungle, they don't love you in these trenches
Niggas ain't your niggas, can't be trustin' on no bitches
Careful who you love, care for who you love
Careful who you love, care for who you love (Capo)
[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Mama always said to be careful who you love here (I hear you, mommy)
That might sound crazy, but I be fearful over love
Nigga, I been feelin' like Prince sheddin' them tears like a dove (Mhm)
Over the homies that we lost, hope they can hear us up above (Do doves cry?)
And I've always been active, went everywhere with the Bloods (Eastside)
I stood tall even in times I had to stare at the judge (Yeah)
Like I'm just tryna stay free, I'm on paper right now
But for the right circumstance, I'd pull a caper right now (What we doin'?)
Avoidin' the pitfalls, but, shit, I still be gettin' close (Uh-huh)
And your bitch on Facetime sayin' she naked right now (Nasty)
We in a scary era where they glorifyin' rats
And the fact they shootin' shots is such a horifyin' stat, boy (Brazy)
We at war, so I'm sure to ride with gats (Facts)
Still got them young boys that'll slide for a stack, nigga (Stay high)
Packs around, this a fortified fact (Grr)
I keep that .40 in the front and the .45 in the back, nigga (Okay)
[Chorus: Tsu Surf & Jim Jones]
Grew up in this jungle, they don't love you in these trenches (Uh-huh)
Niggas ain't your niggas, can't be trusting on no bitches (They ain't your niggas)
Careful who you love, care for who you love (Care for who you love)
Careful who you love, care for who you love (It's scary out here)
Grew up in this jungle, they don't love you in these trenches (Shit get spooky)
Niggas ain't your niggas, can't be trusting on no bitches
Careful who you love, care for who you love
Careful who you love, care for who you love
[Outro]
Sharke on the beat
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