Cordae — The Jungle

[Verse 1] My whole life for hours I been writing convictions Temptation to striking a Christian, while he fighting position Almighty forgiven, while looking for a righteous religion Hopefully getting my people out of lightest positions And then, one that maybe don't have cost a dime or cent Where I gotta pay tithe to hear common sense Rhyming since, like a god and shit in my consciousness Some say he insane and I'm just out of it 'Cause wack rappers that's ass backwards is getting clout Taking pictures with guns they don't know shit about It's giving me not the bittest doubt I'm the realest out They begging me to hear him out 'cause they fear me now Why try to act hardcore or hard for They hopping that I break a leg, no Paul George I'm so fly that I sky walk like Star Wars Push so hard For Waldorf then fall forward [Chorus] I mean in actuality we all stuck in a frame Can't get out so we just busted in chains And all these rap niggas straight frontin' for fame Stupid that they think it's something to gain Welcome to the jungle, the jungle the motherfuckin' jungle (Yeah) Welcome to the jungle, the jungle the motherfuckin' jungle (Yeah) [Verse 2] To all you fuck niggas who bust triggers, what's up with ya Kill your own kind and reading corrupt scriptures See the through the light despite the rough picture Spoke to the death and kept the tough figure 'Cause nowadays they doing madness shit The cops shoot the blackest kid and claim it was an accident Then they wonder why we tired of the cops They riding the block, next thing you know Roger got shot No coincidence, horrific shit, I'm tired, I'm sick of this Ironically no witnesses, written in the genesis Even TV, dog, it's all mind control Rather have designer clothes than honor roll All worthless, new slaves to Michael Kors purses Led by corrupt leaders and false churches Healed by my sharp flows and raw verses Not one to judge though I'm far from perfect [Chorus] I mean in actuality we all stuck in a frame Can't get out so we just busted in chains And all these rap niggas straight frontin' for fame Stupid that they think it's something to gain Welcome to the jungle, the jungle the motherfuckin' jungle (Yeah) Welcome to the jungle, the jungle the motherfuckin' jungle (Yeah) [Verse 3] See you gotta grip the steel, have dribble skills or get a deal I chose option number three because my shit appeals Got everybody respect because this nigga real See we gotta diet better, eating shitty meals I guess the Afro American starter pack is jail time High cholesterol and then a heart attack The harder facts is that lying is just apart of rap Cold bastard, dope rapper and artifact My God [Outro] Welcome to the jungle, the jungle the motherfuckin' jungle (Yeah)