Weyez Light - 1. jUNGLE lyrics

[Verse 1: N01SES] Feeling caged in, let that bird free I'm an angel my flight get higher than some bird wings My ego ain't one to talk, I'll let these verbs ring And let a n***a do his thing, I use this sh** as Listerine Clearing my breath, clearing my chest In tip-top, I put fear in they flesh, they wanna see me a mess But if my son is the set, then on the set I'ma rep Puttin' n***as in the garbage, stab a blade through they neck All the dusty hoes I used to f** with they gon' hate me 'Cause I'm happy and I'm tryna get it right with one lady And all them lame bustas that was claiming my brother I got three of them, for real, from my dad and my mother I don't need that fake love, just music and flame dubs Enflamed with rage 'cause, the world is still playing us So why the hell I'ma sweat a n***a that's not helping mine? I gotta get it that's what I'm saying like all the time Now I understand the box they try to fit you in The love that they claiming is that hate that they stick you with One in the same, so I'm one with the game And as of today, I won't let 'em f** with my brain A young Esco, won't do it for the city I'm doing it for the special People riding that's with me, and that's the difference between us, because I'm showing off love And you showing off the money and the hoes that you f** If that's "life" I won't participate with none of that stuff (None of that stuff) I couldn't compare when I'm a diamond surrounded by junk I feel like Shaq when Kobe stuck that knife in his gut (Stuck that knife in his gut) Had to switch it all up just to get in the front Now I'm rocking champion rings, doing ambient things (Champion rings) On my mental is a crown, so I'm really a king f** your damn hand-out, I'd rather balance my chi And shoot everything on sight I see PV! [Verse 2: Pyramid Vritra] Open like the land, open like the hand That you held out asking for a hand-out Asking to be set up with it, my n***as with it and gifted I'm in the kitchen with dishes, the oil popping in heat Like a doggy in heat he hop like a frog on the beat Then he jog on the beat, check activity tracker We do the same you just was doing it backwards Real life on you actors, live in pictures and scenes I had carried this weight, but now I carry the place You are not in this race, I am out of this place Get up out of my face before it get rearranged, silly I'm out my body in the back of the rave silly I smoke a joint to get me back to the tame, really 'Cause life wild, card playing draw four in the mix And we Mobb in this b**h, close activity circle Sentence running as I run out of purple, damn Keep my irons in the fire 'til they glow jailhouse No tag-along the beat n***a no Milhouse Caged in like the first verse Free range like the eggs on the bagel with the flame toast Roll the paper with the gold leaf Really live it for the whole coast with rose gold ropes Unh unh unh unh unh unh woo!