In The Jungle

In The Jungle （Dave East/Styles P/Tish Hyman

Produced by：Noah Styles

Let's get some money

East what up

Turn that s**t up Poobs ayy

He's boujee as f**k really not he's dumb high

Uzi in a tux put your rain on your girl doobie

I do be in a rush

Wearin'Gucci eatin'vegan sushi movin'in the clutch

F**k around and fill a Uber up 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 s**t

Make a toast you are checkin'out

That Ghost and East s**t

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 can send the next fiend in

This the Ghost check out East he's the next heathen

Livin'in the jungle everybody wants to be a lion

Yeah but death will make you humble when you dyin'

Yeah death will make you humble when you dyin'

Dyin'dyin'

Yeahhhh money make these little n***as feel like giants

But death will make you humble when you dyin'

Yeah death will make you humble when you dyin'

Yeahhhh-yeah yeahhhhh

If I don't know you you gon'see how

I react in the photo facts

In D-C 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 chop in the mornin'we really sew O's

If I'm the next heathen I'ma make sure I'm the best breathin'

Forty on me no jeans it's sweat season

I know my past hoes they regret leavin'I know

I couldda died in that crash really regret speedin'

Ghost and Dave is complimented by no one n***a

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 on God

Pause that runnin'in buildins but not that

Used to bein'text which phones before I call back

Twenty-nine almost thirty still got my flag on

I ain't dead or in jail

So my momma could brag on me

Think I'm deliverin'mail I got that bag on it

I already know they gon'tell

I got a mask on me

If you wanna new job n***a just ask homie

You a pump I know your boss used

To get packs from me

Pump a*s n***as just want some P***y

Rollin'up cookie watchin'movies about Tookie

If you lackin'the real I'm what your life needs

Told my Cali shorty to meet me on thirty-ninth street

Livin'in the jungle everybody wants to be a lion

Yeah but death will make you humble when you dyin'

Yeah death will make you humble when you dyin'

Yeahhhh money make these little n***as feel like giants

But death will make you humble when you dyin'

Yeah death will make you humble when you dyin'

Yeahhhh-yeah yeahhhhh

The Ghost and the paranoid playin'East s**t

Cold-hearted n***a guaranteed to let the heat get

Tryna pray got some s**t 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 n***a tell your b***h to suck the semen

We New York giants I ain't talkin''bout the G-men

Livin'in the jungle everybody wants to be a lion

Yeah but death will make you humble when you dyin'

Yeah death will make you humble when you dyin'

Dyin'dyin'

Yeahhhh money make these little n***as feel like giants

But death will make you humble when you dyin'

Yeah death will make you humble when you dyin'

Yeahhhh-yeah yeahhhhh

Yeah death will make you humble when you

Yeah death will make you humble when you

But death will make you humble when you

Yeahhh money make these little n***as feel like giants

But death will make you humble when you dyin'

Death-death-death will make you humble when you dyin'

Yeahhhh-yeah yeahhhhh