It's a jungle out man
Lions, gorillas, and bears
Can't go there
Get Cold Stared
It's not just here
It's everywhere
Gyeah
All I need is a piano wit sum G strings
I say G strings
Cuz I ain't got nun but my balls and my word
Crimes have occurred
South City to the Burbs
So my neck turned
Cuz that heat do burn
But I ain't scurred
Of the Kitchen
Or beef whippin
Mostly Over
Got it From Pablo
Mexicano
Don't wear no Poncho
Front every kid a honcho
So he seems like he's notcho
Hood villian
Reason fo blood spilling
Drug dealing on corners
I'm talkin way bigger than Marijuana
Got thoughts to join a
Few
When every bill past due
And it's kinda scary when u can't even afford pops commissary
Pain turn to bloody Mary
Sum riding on Larry
Or Dave
War is how we taught in the land of the brave
These are only ways that once was paved
So I'm tryna flip the page and scripts
Instead of emptying clips
So I keep a clear mind
Don't smoke nor sip
Tryna change it to good
While I have dreams that I die in the hood
Revisions of when pulled up on 79th and exchange chillin'
Fo the train came
Knowing they robbing fo the chain game still
Yo Times are Ill
But I ain't worried bout niggas on my heels
When God up the hills
When life is eternal u can't be killed
When in the valley my cross is the only steel
I can die outchere any day in the field
But shoot
Gotta move out
Even tho u a son u jus that nigga on the couch
These are experiences in Chicago South
Seems like when in the zoo your days are numbered on count
