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Dave East, Styles P - In The Jungle ft. Tish Hyman (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Styles P
Styles P
Vocals
Tish Hyman
Tish Hyman
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Styles
Noah Styles
Songwriter
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
David Styles
David Styles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Noah Styles
Noah Styles
Producer
Dayzel "The Machine" Fowler
Dayzel "The Machine" Fowler
Recording Engineer
Jesus "Poobs" Fernandez
Jesus "Poobs" Fernandez
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Let's get some money, y'all
East, what up?
Turn that shit up, Poobs, yeah
[Verse 2]
He's bougie as fuck, really not, he's dumb high
Uzi in a tux, put your brain your girl, doobie
I do be in a rush
Wearin' Gucci, eatin' vegan sushi, movin' in the clutch
Fuck around and fill a Uber 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 could send the next fiend in
This is Ghost, check out East, he's the next heathen
[Verse 3]
Livin' in the jungle, everybody wants to be a lion
But death'll make you humble when you dyin'
Yeah, death'll make you humble when you dyin'
Yeah, money make these lil' **** feel like giants
But death'll make you humble when you dyin'
(Ray, Ray, Ray, he said it, Ghost first)
Yeah, death'll make you humble when you dyin'
Yeah, yeah (East, uh)
[Verse 4]
If I don't know you, you gon' see how I react in the photo
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 up in the mornin', we really sold O's
If I'm the next heathen, I'ma make sure I'm the best breathin'
Forty on me, no jeans, it's sweats season
I know my past hoes, they regret leavin'
I coulda died in that crash, really regret speedin'
Ghost and Dave is complimented by no one
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
Pause that, runnin' in buildings, but now I'm off that
Used to bein' text, switch phones before I call back
Twenty-nine, almost thirty, still got my flag on
I ain't dead or in jail so my mama can brag on me
Think I'm deliverin' mail, I got that bag on me
I already know they gon' tell, I got a mask on me
If you wanna new job, ****, just ask homie
You a pump, I know your boss used to get packs from me
Playin' pump ass **** just want some pussy
I'm rollin' up cookie, watchin' moves about Tookie
If you lackin' the real, I'm what your life needs
Told my Cali shorty to meet me on 39th Street
[Verse 5]
Livin' in the jungle, everybody wants to be a lion
But death'll make you humble when you dyin'
Yeah, death'll make you humble when you dyin'
Yeah, money make these lil' **** feel like giants
But death'll make you humble when you dyin'
Yeah, death'll make you humble when you dyin'
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 6]
The Ghost and the paranoid playin' East shit
Cold-hearted ****, 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 ****, tell your bitch to suck the semen
We New York giants, I ain't talkin' 'bout the G-men
[Verse 7]
Livin' in the jungle, everybody wants to be a lion
But death'll make you humble when you dyin'
Yeah, death'll make you humble when you dyin'
Yeah, money make these lil' **** feel like giants
But death'll make you humble when you dyin'
Yeah, death'll make you humble when you dyin'
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 8]
Yeah, death'll make you humble
Yeah, death'll make you humble
Yeah, death'll make you humble
Money make these lil' **** feel like giants
But death'll make you humble when you dyin'
Death'll, death'll, death'll make you humble when you dyin'
Yeah, yeah
Written by: David Brewster, David Styles, Noah Styles

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