Nick Grant - The Jungle lyrics

[Verse 1: Nick Grant] Hide in these scars of life, music just burns the pain They couldn't see my dreams, they told me learn to trade Hustle I learned the game, pistols I learned to raise Ahead of my time, getting brain at an early age n***as die young, I might revive Pac Talent open doors, like I left on the child lock I'm Larry Davis, aspirations on Pappy Mason When n***as clap you quicker then mothers at graduation Spotted Dalmatians, on some Cruella sh** We some real G's, Seventh Letter sh** Crooked cops pull me over cause my melanin For these punch lines, I'm prime dancing with the devil b**h I am heaven sent, God write my verses Flow so k**a' n***a, I should drive hearses You don't see sun shining n***a, why buy curtains I'm better at being bad, baby why try perfect I'm nice! This suit fit me like its grammy week I'm the drug for the mainstream and the streets These little n***as tryna' earn they spot All these f**ing dead bodies on my mantle piece Tell me how I feel, tell me how I feel (I feel) I dress off the mannequin, but still I keep it real Tell me how I feel, she love my s** appeal Take a little pinch of Tribe mix it with a cup of trill Ain't nothing to talk about, n***a bring the coffins out Jealousy from fake friends, money kept us fallin' out My n***a bought the chopper, let it stutter Charles Barkley now With a yellow bone she always open like Waffle House [Hook: Nick Grant] Every song is k**ing n***a, rob a n***a beat him Pimp a b**h, slap a hoe, f** a s*ut, eat em' Buy a brick, gold chain, Gucci clothes and sneakers The kids are listening and we subconsciously mislead 'em In the jungle [Verse 2: Nick Grant] Tell me whats the purpose of living, I'm just living to die Spirit precision the realest n***as can feel it cause' I Fit the description of drug dealers a slit of the pie Cold as the kids in Chi, these n***as switch up they bi Polar, you started but I finished it, man, I hope the villain win f** the whole crew club and she just got her membership A million ain't nothing, my n***a you only n***a rich Stay drinkin, Abe Lincoln, only time she innocent They f**ing up the game, what happened to Daddy Kane Life is a b**h, that p**y is deep as a Cali gang n***as rollies is ticking, they rocking these shabby chains I just put the family on, I'm Keenen Ivory Wayans They love when you dead, remember dark skinned Jermaine Man I swear we not the same you know I ain't 'bout them games Pray the church gon' heal the pain, swerving in and out them lanes She get fingered in the rolls, George Gervin type of thing Crooked cop, crooked cop, man I swear they n***a hunting Pistol on me, you act like I can't repent or somethin' Top floor suite, b**hes call me Phillip Drummond Ferrari engine be soundin' like a million n***as gruntin' [Hook: Nick Grant] Every song is k**ing n***a, rob a n***a beat him Pimp a b**h, slap a hoe, f** a s*ut, eat 'em Buy a brick, gold chain, Gucci clothes and sneakers The kids are listening and we subconsciously mislead 'em In the jungle [Outro] Expect me n***a like you expect Jesus is coming back Expect me n***a, I'm coming