In the Jungle (feat. Tish Hyman) Song Lyrics

Let's get some money now
East, what up?
Turn that shit up Poobs, ayy

He's boujee as fuck, 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
Fuck 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 shit
Make a toast, you are checkin' out that Ghost and East shit
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
But death will make you humble when you dyin'
Yeah, death will make you humble when you dyin'

Yeahhhh, money make these little niggas feel like giants
But death will make you humble when you dyin'
Yeah, death will make you humble when you dyin'
Yeahhhh-yeah, yeahhhhh