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greg grease – jungles كلمات اغاني

[hook]
bottom of the jungle where the snakes lie by
looking for and pray they never take my life

[verse 1]
when she deals behind closed doors
you ain’t know your life is defeat
they pop up on your like a cold sore, price of the sleep
you sow what you reap, they sneak, that’s what they want us to think
you pay for their sins, they win and wreak havoc on peeps
i ain’t never been a victim, never will be (never will be)
i know that if i speak you gonna try and k!ll me (try and k!ll me)
or feed me pills cause’ your feelings that reveal me (that reveal me)
so i sit back, write a rap, twist a feelie
ask yourself, “have you ever looked down the barrel of a handgun?”
statistically it’s never meant for me to have a grandson
caged mentally, so fixated on expansion
we bicker over litter while they kick it in the mansion
worry bout the picture but you never read the caption
mix your other liquor, blur the vision from what’s happening
these babies need the elders, teach the wisdom what they absent
caught up in the cycle of the system built to smash ’em

[hook]
bottom of the jungle where the snakes lie by
looking for and praying they never take my life

[verse 2]
sneak thieves, sh-tty stp
bring heat, get burnt like ocd
no love in the city where the police squeeze
they was asking us “what’s happening?” and then they started blasting
tried to raise my fingers, that ain’t how the business panned out
tried to change my picture, but the scripture ink had ran out
tried to get illegal but we had to take the scam route
the pennies getting low, we always had the bank heist planned out
always make it happen, never have to ask for handouts
learn to keep it lower key, you’ll never see the brands out
nothing over loyalty, no man came out my fam’s mouth
protect ’em like it’s royalty, you touch ’em super sands out
i’m trying to change lanes, stack change, then i cash out
life insurance plans in my name when i mash out
gold bars tucked in the range by the stash house
different p-ssports, i’m up north tryna branch out
raised paranoid, there’s always reasons i should have doubts
enraged by the things people do just to grab clout
quick to flash your cards, showing arms how you zand out
incriminate your squad, yelling, “game!” when them cams out

[hook]
bottom of the jungle where the snakes lie by
looking for and praying they never take my life

[outro]
they was asking us what happened and then they started blasting

- greg grease

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