Jungle Talk

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