Letras
Yea we came up out the jungle, we just tryna make it out
Straight to the top we we ain't gone fumble, gotta keep this shit inbounds
Yea we came up out the jungle, we just tryna make it out
Straight to the top we we ain't gone fumble, gotta keep this shit inbounds
Said I came up out the struggle, now I gotta keep it humble
Been a QB in the huddle, call the break and never fumble
How I hustle in these streets, seen the dealers seen the tweaks
Seen them bullets hittin bodies now I got some enemies,
So I'm back on my feet, still trynna eat
Came from the jungle the belly of beasts
The city to you but trenches to me
The bottom of bundles with nothin to eat, roaches and rodents and crooked police
Homeless and dope heads that roam every week, under the lights it's been all that I see
Pray to god that I awake, I gotta earn my own escape
I'm takin hits to elevate, cuz the bottom don't feel safe
Tell me what am I to do, I ain't got nothin to lose
I've been down and on the ground now I got something to prove
Yea we came up out the jungle, we just tryna make it out
Straight to the top we we ain't gone fumble, gotta keep this shit inbounds
Yea we came up out the jungle, we just tryna make it out
Straight to the top we we ain't gone fumble, gotta keep this shit inbounds
Came from the struggle
Up out of the bottom straight out of the deep end
My brothers don't fumble you play with us and we gone leave yo lil pussy ass leaking
Lil brudda be tweaking
Molly Perc yea keep ya boy geeking
Born in them trenches been hopping them fences ain't switching hell naw I ain't speaking
You mad cause I'm winning yo block what I'm spinning I'm pulling up in a big wraith now
On God I been sinning forgive me for leaving this pussy ass boy bleeding face down
My bruddas they stay round
Designer my fit Louis V on my gang now
Put six on my toes remember the days I ain't eat I got steak now
Got what it take I'm a make it out regardless
I keep a drake cause I'm moving like I'm heartless
I took a break let her know right where my heart is