Jungle lyrics - Sean Kingston

Since I was a jit mama said I would go far boy

Her baby dripped in Tom Ford,

Me youth days me told me unload

Death a hard pill to swallow

Me live my life on full throttle

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa

Dey try to do me dirty leave me nameless

Bap bag Cali walk around, paper chasing

BOA hit for 20 feel like I'm Josh Blamon

Can't beat em, so they blame em

Spend money, Know me I go make it back

Get fly, Fit knowing where me shopping at,

No lie, Boy we see through the cap

Loose screws got no rap

They don't talk that's no rap

Shhhh

Me brother link pon di what's app

But me no fit lie send the wire on the cash app

Bad lil ting good vibe like a rasta

Send your cash app

Broken ears from the trenches

Blind sided to the vision

Me pray everyday that me see another day lord

First of the month we late for the landlord

So much madness in my city

So much drilling in my city (murder murder)

Ain't no feelings in my city, eeh Lord

April 6th move smart stay low

Hustle hard, burn spliff, count your money up

Move low, bust a nut, my demons catching up

Me I go chop life no pro stacking millions up

They say time is money ain't no way time leaving us

Hustle hard, burn spliff, count your money up

Move low, bust a nut, my demons catching up

Me I go chop life no pro stacking millions up

They say time is money ain't no way time leaving us

Broken ears from the trenches

Blind sided to the vision

Me pray everyday that me see another day lord

First of the month we late for the landlord

So much madness in my city

So much drilling in my city (murder murder)

Ain't no feelings in my city, eeh Lord

April 6th move smart stay low