Lyrics: Vincent Jacovelli
Music: Chanler Hendrickson
Yeah
I said my feet on the pavement but my head in the clouds
burning bridges turn my past into some desolate ground
I guess the question is paper worth the sacrifice?
Missing out on moments with your family for this rapper life
It seems as though you're on this road so you can find out
Don't try to second guess it dawg
you chosen it's your time now
neglect all of your mind's doubts and show them what you're made of
and pray that when you popping all your people show the same love
Dont ever change up or let em claim that you prideful
just for breaking the cycle and family trauma that binds you
fuel that fire inside you and try to lead from example
it's your god given purpose this ain't a dream or a gamble
your soul and music intertwined the reason that you're still alive
focus up and soon you gon' be coasting through the finish line
Dont ever sit and try to act like you were made for less
You paid your debts you've idolized the greats
and now your name is next
So you came here to win better put 'em in they place now
Hit 'em again
Until they learn how to stay down
HOMIE
that's law
Here in the jungle
In
The
Jungle
So is you a lost cause
Or a fighter?
Is you gon' walk tall
Through the fire?
Well homie
This's law
Here in the jungle
And now you're just
A faded memory
That has long passed
Of times that we crossed paths but
it feels more like aftermath from a bomb blast
And now it long last i finally face the king of fakes
I guess snakes always slither in tall grass
You's talk trash actin victorious
But homie it's no secret how you went behind our backs like bra straps
So you better
Jog fast
haul ass
draw gats
dawg
before we have you in grave
Like dog tags
You fxxked with the wrong cats
We putting you on blast
look you're lucky
I'mma let you leave with a hall pass
But that's what i call class
We see through your poker face
Cause G's never lower K's unless they're all caps
This one's for the mall rats
The same ones you call spaz
You know the kids who knew they had the vision but Y'all laughed trash
But now you're the ones that clap as we walk past gas
Swear there bullies Kim K
They all ass now i only fold when I'm sorting laundry
You foldin' like origami I told you I'm pure wasabi
The flow's like I poured dasani godly nasty
with it more gas than a porta potty to stop me you'd prolly have to attack
with a horde of zombies but maybe being cocky's a product of insecurity
sometimes i can't tell if it's killing or if it's curing me
Fxxk it
I'll keep spitting until they bored of me or I'm written in the stars
and ascend to what I was born to be
So you came here to win better put 'em in they place now
Hit 'em again
Until they learn how to stay down
HOMIE
that's law
Here in the jungle
In
The
Jungle
So is you a lost cause
Or a fighter?
Is you gon' walk tall
Through the fire?
Well homie this's law
Here in the jungle in the jungle