Jungle Talk Lyrics

Yeah, that's that jungle talk Missile through these bitches call me Mr Tomahawk

It ain't about money nigga, I swear I don't wanna talk

Lots of scars for the battles I fought

These streets forget a lot So I got receipts for everything that I bought Listen, a forehead over

The limit, that's a ten pound fine I'm broke so I gotta sell some whiht, that's a ten pound crime

If I five pound yours, will you ten pound mine? My rap flow is a state of mind and inner flame

Your rap flow is a state of lying, it shows your lame Those two is not the same Trust me, you know game is game

Forget the fact that he your brother, you know he a lame That's that jungle talk, nigga, that's that

Jungle talk Promethazine love me, purple tears in my eyes I love her cause shorty ain't never told

A nigga lies And last of all, she don't hang with the guys You know it's a lot of pain, I pour my

Heart, speaking on beats It be so vacant in my head, drugs fill up the seats Them folks no angels

Man, nah, they just master the seats I'm not no fold up nigga, stand on my feet I'm not explaining

Nothing You hear something, better believe that shit I be treating her so toxic, she be loving

That shit put dick in her guts, yeah, so now she squirming and shit It's sad to say that I love

That trick It's sad to say that I love that bitch When I start to rhyme off the meds, you know that

Shit hit dipper I'm off the pills, we fucking, now I know she a real singer That boy gon' boom

y'all niggas, I know that he a real sinner They call him a grim ripper, yeah, yeah As a kid

I watched my daddy put hands on my moms He had a good job, but decided to hang with them bums

And now we so average, I see the mansions and the slums Daddy, what you got for us now

Ain't nothing but crumbs Nigga, this that jungle talk Nigga, this that jungle walk I'm in control

I let the rhythm unwind Fast or slow, I got my mind intertwined See you hustle, see you winning

Niggas always trying to talk out of line So I stay on my grind, mastermind the dreams I design

I take what's mine and what's not, I take with a nine if I get caught, you better know now I'm doing

My time Put my head up to till crown, stars flexing and shine She know that she fine, she know I can

Rhyme I say, baby, let me take you out, let's wine and dine But she decline, she a jungle, baby

I shoulda seen the signs, yeah And I'm a trenches nigga, I'm finna make her mine, yeah Don't need

No punchline, them labels scouts looking for me shout out to matrix, God bless, nigga, held down

A G They sent me a bag, I blow up, now I throw on my key I got some real niggas fucking with me

This that jungle talk, nigga, this that jungle talk