Jungle Lyrics by Sean Kingston
Since I was a jit mama said I would go far boy
Her baby dripped in Tom Ford,
Me youth days me told me unload
Death a hard pill to swallow
Me live my life on full throttle
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Dey try to do me dirty leave me nameless
Bap bag Cali walk around, paper chasing
BOA hit for 20 feel like I’m Josh Blamon
Can’t beat em, so they blame em
Spend money, Know me I go make it back
Get fly, Fit knowing where me shopping at,
No lie, Boy we see through the cap
Loose screws got no rap
They don’t talk that’s no rap
Shhhh
Me brother link pon di what’s app
But me no fit lie send the wire on the cash app
Bad lil ting good vibe like a rasta
Send your cash app
Broken ears from the trenches
Blind sided to the vision
Me pray everyday that me see another day lord
First of the month we late for the landlord
So much madness in my city
So much drilling in my city (murder murder)
Ain’t no feelings in my city, eeh Lord
April 6th move smart stay low
Hustle hard, burn spliff, count your money up
Move low, bust a nut, my demons catching up
Me I go chop life no pro stacking millions up
They say time is money ain’t no way time leaving us (2x)
Broken ears from the trenches
Blind sided to the vision
Me pray everyday that me see another day lord
First of the month we late for the landlord
So much madness in my city
So much drilling in my city (murder murder)
Ain’t no feelings in my city, eeh Lord
April 6th move smart stay low