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nick grant - the jungle lyrics

[verse 1: nick grant]
hide in these scars of life, music just burns the pain
they couldn’t see my dreams, they told me learn to trade
hustle i learned the game, pistols i learned to raise
ahead of my time, getting brain at an early age
niggas die young, i might revive pac
talent open doors, like i left on the child lock
i’m larry davis, aspirations on pappy mason
when niggas clap you quicker then mothers at graduation
spotted dalmatians, on some cruella shit
we some real g’s, seventh letter shit
crooked cops pull me over cause my melanin
for these punch lines, i’m prime dancing with the devil b-tch
i am heaven sent, god write my verses
flow so k!lla’ nigga, i should drive he-rs-s
you don’t see sun shining nigga, why buy curtains
i’m better at being bad, baby why try perfect
i’m nice! this suit fit me like its grammy week
i’m the drug for the mainstream and the streets
these little niggas tryna’ earn they spot
all these fucking dead bodies on my mantle piece
tell me how i feel, tell me how i feel (i feel)
i dress off the mannequin, but still i keep it real
tell me how i feel, she love my sex appeal
take a little pinch of tribe mix it with a cup of trill
ain’t nothing to talk about, nigga bring the coffins out
jealousy from fake friends, money kept us fallin’ out
my nigga bought the chopper, let it stutter charles barkley now
with a yellow bone she always open like waffle house

[hook: nick grant]
every song is k!lling nigga, rob a nigga beat him
pimp a b-tch, slap a hoe, fuck a slut, eat em’
buy a brick, gold chain, gucci clothes and sneakers
the kids are listening and we subconsciously mislead ’em
in the jungle

[verse 2: nick grant]
tell me whats the purpose of living, i’m just living to die
spirit precision the realest niggas can feel it cause’ i
fit the description of drug dealers a slit of the pie
cold as the kids in chi, these niggas switch up they bi
polar, you started but i finished it, man, i hope the villain win
fuck the whole crew club and she just got her membership
a million ain’t nothing, my nigga you only nigga rich
stay drinkin, abe lincoln, only time she innocent
they fucking up the game, what happened to daddy kane
life is a b-tch, that pussy is deep as a cali gang
niggas rollies is ticking, they rocking these shabby chains
i just put the family on, i’m keenen ivory wayans
they love when you dead, remember dark skinned jermaine
man i swear we not the same you know i ain’t ’bout them games
pray the church gon’ heal the pain, swerving in and out them lanes
she get fingered in the rolls, george gervin type of thing
crooked cop, crooked cop, man i swear they nigga hunting
pistol on me, you act like i can’t repent or somethin’
top floor suite, b-tches call me phillip drummond
ferrari engine be soundin’ like a million niggas gruntin’

[hook: nick grant]
every song is k!lling nigga, rob a nigga beat him
pimp a b-tch, slap a hoe, fuck a slut, eat ’em
buy a brick, gold chain, gucci clothes and sneakers
the kids are listening and we subconsciously mislead ’em
in the jungle

[outro]
expect me nigga like you expect jesus is coming back
expect me nigga, i’m coming

- nick grant lyrics

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