Jungle Freestyle

Pick up the phone, dial a number, you can't reach him

That's your brother, go check on him, he might need ya

Growin' up, see, all we had was us

Jumped off the porch in a rush

Had two stolen trucks

Now I'm feelin' fucked up

'Cause I got you locked up

Finna put you on the bus

And take ya away from us

Look, wanted to sign me

We're OG fifteens

He got his time

He had to sign for fifteen, goddamn

Told him slow down, but he didn't wanna listen

Take a **** down, got you on your way to prison

Big money missions have my **** out here trippin'

You slidin' the twin Glock 'cause you can't let 'em catch you slippin'

Bitches switched up on you

**** hold they nuts on you

So you pull up on 'em

Clear the whole fuckin' corner

Damn, I miss my savage, my savage, my savage, my savage

Just want to live lavish, we grew up with no daddy

Constantly chasin' cabbage, gotta have it

And when you try to stash it, you end up backtrackin'

Are you dippin' and dabbin'?

Turn savage, seen your partner in the casket, we're blastin'

Got two clips in your ratchet, homie, stay down

Knowin' that they try you, you gon' spray round

Knowin' you been waitin' on it to go down

You're hot, head steamin'

Your bitch at home threatenin' to leave ya, said she don't need ya

And you got enough money so you can't keep her, cold lick

A cold bitch'll leave you out in the cold quick

There's plenty bitches, just make sure you reel the right one in

Then on your ten, ****, this is how the jungle do ya

Committin' sins, I'm askin' God to forgive me for 'em, yeah

It don't apply, let it fly

I'm on a pass by getting high, they can keep all they lies

I promise I don't need nothing from nobody

I promise I don't gotta fuck with nobody, I'm good

Bless the lesson, life teacher

Betrayed by someone, respect the people

I was talkin' to the deacon

He told me that I need to holla at Jesus

I told 'em about the times I tried to reach Him, He ain't answer back

Was He even listenin', can you answer that?

Opening my car, sit and think about the times I used to ball, like

That's my problem I only call Him when I need Him

I ain't call Him on the days that I was eatin'

I was busy being greedy, busy blowin' cash

At the strip club, seein' what bitch I'ma bag

At the mall, I blew it all I didn't even check the tag

And with them hoes, I was a dog, I had 'em all mad

Free Lil Deebo, he turned me on to the good

We hit them people like everyday that we could

Free Lil Meeto, we used to ride through the hood

Free Lil Rico, I miss the days it was good

Thems my ****, my ****, my nerd

****, this is how the jungle do ya

Don't apply, let it fly