Jungle

Baby I’m not ordinary I made it out the jungle

Where was all this love at when I was selling bundles

Used to dream 'bout foreign cars, now a **** got those

Used to dream 'bout fuckin' bad bitches, now I pop those

My heart got a hole in it bigger than a pot hole

Still love my mama through all this drama that's my backbone

Free Matty Woodz, big bro made tickets off the trap phone

My hood gone turn up for seventeen summers 'til he back home

**** talk that beef shit, I'm gon' milk 'em, call me Billy Dairy

Baby I'm a vulture from the trenches, grew up very scary

**** that I love stab me in my back, that shit unordinary

Prolly show you fake love than real love, that's ordinary

I'm tryna fall in love and move away, I don't wanna die alone

Thinking to myself while I'm moving high, why did "50" die alone

They say "50" this, and "50" that, but ain't gon' ride along

Used to window shop Balenciaga, now I go and cop it all

If you need my love just call my phone, I'll come and drop it all

Baby I'm so trencherous, you done got a thug involved

Bitches come and go, yeah we both know so please don't play with me

That pussy unordinary, leave it in and I go straight to sleep

Oh no

Baby I’m not ordinary I made it out the jungle

Where was all this love at when I was selling bundles

Used to dream 'bout foreign cars, now a **** got those

Used to dream 'bout fuckin' bad bitches, now I pop those

My heart got a hole in it bigger than a pot hole

Still love my mama through all this drama that's my backbone

Free Matty Woodz, big bro made tickets off the trap phone

My hood gone turn up for seventeen summers 'til he back home

A lotta **** want me gone cause I made it out the hood

Only here for the **** that was there when I wasn't good

But this time I hope you proud of me

I hope you never talking down on me

Puddles full of pain, it's raining down on me

This time **** not allowed around with me

If we go into the deep end, would you drown with me?

Lotta paparazzi baby you know they surrounding me

Look how far I made it, look how many people doubted me

Baby where I'm from, **** die, that's so ordinary

If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' so the more the merry

**** they be Internet gangsters, real life be more than scary

My momma said I'm her gift from God, so I'm unordinary

Where was all this love at when I was selling bundles

Used to dream 'bout foreign cars, now a **** got those

Used to dream 'bout fuckin' bad bitches, now I pop those

My heart got a hole in it bigger than a pot hole

Still love my mama through all this drama that's my backbone

Free Matty Woodz, big bro made tickets off the trap phone

My hood gone turn up for seventeen summers 'til he back home

My hood gone turn up for seventeen summers 'til he back home