Styles P - In The Jungle lyrics

[Intro: Styles P] Let's get some money, [?] East, what up? Turn that sh** up Poobs, ayy [Verse 1: Styles P] He's boujee as f**, 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** 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 sh** Make a toast, you are checkin' out that Ghost and East sh** Prayin' to the East, running from the West precinct If I k** 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 [Chorus: Tish Hyman] Livin' in the jungle, everybody wants to be a lion Yeah, but d**h will make you humble when you dyin' Yeah, d**h will make you humble when you dyin' Yeahhhh, money make these little n***as feel like giants But d**h will make you humble when you dyin' Yeah, d**h will make you humble when you dyin' Yeahhhh-yeah, yeahhhhh [Verse 2: Dave East] 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** 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 [Chorus: Tish Hyman] Livin' in the jungle, everybody wants to be a lion Yeah, but d**h will make you humble when you dyin' Yeah, d**h will make you humble when you dyin' Yeahhhh, money make these little n***as feel like giants But d**h will make you humble when you dyin' Yeah, d**h will make you humble when you dyin' Yeahhhh-yeah, yeahhhhh [Verse 3: Styles P] The Ghost and the paranoid, playin' East sh** Cold-hearted n***a guaranteed to let the heat get Tryna pray, got some sh** 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 s** the semen We New York giants, I ain't talkin' 'bout the G-men [Chorus: Tish Hyman] Livin' in the jungle, everybody wants to be a lion Yeah, but d**h will make you humble when you dyin' Yeah, d**h will make you humble when you dyin' Yeahhhh, money make these little n***as feel like giants But d**h will make you humble when you dyin' Yeah, d**h will make you humble when you dyin' Yeahhhh-yeah, yeahhhhh [Outro: Tish Hyman] Yeah d**h will make you humble when you... Yeah d**h will make you humble when you... Yeahhh, money make these little n***as feel like giants But d**h will make you humble when you dyin' d**h-d**h-d**h will make you humble when you dyin' Yeahhhh-yeah, yeahhhhh