Jungled Paradise Lyrics

All these damn plates I need a bigger table

My biggest appreciation is just being able

You wouldn't even think that real niggas needed prayer

I know if they don't love me now they ain't gone love me later

Back to the block hoping and wishing they can catch me slipping

In yo mind you think you up til I put something in it

I been on demon time lately maybe it's just something in me

With All these lines I'm blowing through I gotta see the finish

Chasing a bag cause if don't then tell me who is

And you can tell em how it is but don't tell what you did

And if teach em how to spend then teach em how to live

I hope all them blessing you catching you share with yo kids

I hope all the flexible moments you share with you partners

We move like mobsters steak and lobster yea we prime and proper

Chopsticks ain't come from China professional optics

Semi burst or fully really improving my options

From A to B or A to Z I Maneuver with shooters

And still fucking the same bitches it don't matter who up

You shouldn't care about a name just as long as the crew up

Niggas competing in the city shit lasting a few months

For the love of money how's it going down

I see Blood everywhere all these bodies on the ground

I smell death in the air I can still hear the sounds

I don't no any fear screaming for crying out loud

On me Glock for protection or 40 smith and Wesson

When niggas don't have it they go out and get it

See kill or be killed just don't be a victim

I just pray up to god may their souls he rest em

I Just got off the phone with the plug I'm all set

And I'd rather go and get em I already tried to mail em

Good credentials and I'm legal I ain't gotta pay a bitch

And if it ain't worth dying for you don't wanna be in it

Ion trust em I can't kick it be cool or skate with em

Throw dirt on em then go hang with the same nigga

Dangerous I rather the flame than the rain hit em

Since he two face hit his head on both sides with the same nickel

I'm not going back and forth cause I ain't bout to do laps

Have all the will power but it's a price to react

Never fault you for getting yours shit it's life so adapt

We want what we never need but never want what we lack

Karma is a bitch bro you sure you wanna be next

You already lost 3 you sure you want that rematch

This murder shit ain't pretty you want yo kids to see that

I treat a nigga real proper how would you like to be stretched

If you send it it's coming back like it ain't likely he step

And known for carrying in 30 so he gone shoot like he steph

Everybody become a friend bc they wanna be next

Really wanna know is it life after death

Jungled paradise

For the love of money how's it going down

I see Blood everywhere all these bodies on the ground

I smell death in the air I can still hear the sounds

I don't no any fear screaming for crying out loud

On me Glock for protection or 40 smith and Wesson

When niggas don't have it they go out and get it

See kill or be killed just don't be a victim

I just pray up to god may their souls he rest em