Jungle

Pain from a rap cat, man, you didn't know that

3am, man, we bumping Bobby Womack

My homie keep all his bullets hollow

That's why I smell like Salvatore Farragamo with the diamond sparrow

A rap cat with the Boss apparel

I put my rhymes on your block, then I run it just like Little Darrell

Money and dope, man, don't come for free

Man, I don't have no competition, ho, all I got is enemies

I turn around like a tornado, rock you like a baby cradle

Call me Dr. J, if you a baller and it's getting fatal

I make MC's do angel dust

Take 'em to the Bay Bridge, make 'em strip, tell 'em, jump

I don't know why I get high

I'm so in love with money, I keep spending till it runs dry

Hot like a kettle when the pedal hits the metal

Pinocchio, you know, son of Geppetto, hello

Deep fried just like Friday fish

A lotta hot sauce, now we got it popping in this bitch

Yeah, in anything I do, I put my everything

Always feel it deep inside, just like Mary J

Calm, never panicking, I'm bored stiff as a mannequin

Grew up fast just like Anakin

Baby as gullible as Alice in Wonderland

All the excuses in the world I can't understand

'Cause I'ma man of these times, demand to get high

Blow big with my closest family ties

Ain't no way to intervene in my industry

Moving quicker than a centipede on enemies

One of a kind, once in a life time, rhymes is written

It goes on as long as time permits

Shit, It's like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder how I keep from going under

When they hit me with the thunder and lightning

It's trifling, enlightening and frightening

Some might think that it's even exciting

I'm like a Harley David motorcycle

Born to ride with the force that the courts called The Last Jedi

I'm like a veteran off Excedrin's

'Cause I be getting headaches from these Lettermen's

I asked a little freak about my rap style

She said, it's so damn dope, they might take you to trial

I hit the weed like I'm kamikaze next to the cosmos

Chopping up shit, yeah, with Quipto and Vago

Raps like a Tommy gun, watch how the body run

Raps from the Tommy gun'll make anybody run

I'm 'bout to go in like a movie

But no stunt doubles, so parachute me

But somehow, I feel l'll survive on a fluky

I had to hit the scene, living out my dreams

Then I said that I was sorry to DJ's and MC's

Complete to everyone who kept their ear to the street

Then my homie came through with the Al Capone suite

Got twice as deep, don't forget, you know how dope it get

Intimidating, so I pose a threat

Coming like a slider, ride by ya

Known to drop a rhyme in on time and prescribing

Accurate alignment

The center of attention, rule bender, agenda

To enter this rap game the number one contender

The outta sight and dope lyrical white and watching tricks fighting

Hyping up the crowd late night and watch the Tennessee Titans

Everybody just loving because we liking

I strike at first clap light fast, just like lightning

I force my rhymes in your veins like a hot shot of heroin

You go cold turkey tryna work me

It's like a padlock when you in the headlock

Six in the morning and you didn't hear the feds knock

It's like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder how I keep from going under

When they hit me with the thunder and lightning

It's trifling, enlightening and frightening

Some might think that it's even exciting

I'm consistent, adding on statistics

Romp and cover the spread like the fix never existed

Phonographic rotate the plastic spinning

Living like I'm knowing it's gon' be a drastic ending

Playing classics, meditating these tactics to overcome

This show is done, anticipating to roll a blunt

Baby getting anxious, hitting and I can't miss the focal point

And locals say, he ain't shit

Man, it's Equipto, put it all down for my homies

And rolling my weed right next to the police

Nothing but love for all my homeboys hustling drugs

Up in your program, fucking it up

I'm in the fast lane, the cash lane, some think it's a bad thing

Hitting them off with the C&H pure cane

I get stuck in your membrane

I'm like a pimp at a party when you say, look at them rings

I use a Motorola, the mood is baking soda

Weather it's in Denver, man, Houston, man, or North Dakota

With no apology, tech-tech-tech-technology

Some brother dissing me, or even thinking he

I got the soul and the spirit of the Wrath of Khan

Kick back and write just like the Holy Koran

It's like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder how I keep from going under

When they hit me with the thunder and lightning

It's trifling, enlightening and frightening

Some might think that it's even exciting

It's like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder how I keep from going under

When they hit me with the thunder and lightning

It's trifling, enlightening and frightening

Some might think that it's even exciting