Alright imma explain imma just keep it simple right
The world is always changing, it’s always evolving, right
We live in a society
( Right )
Thank you
We live in a society that everybody has the herd / mob mentality based on what’s appropriate what they think they should or shouldn’t say or should or shouldn’t do
The world doesn’t want you to believe, or love yourself, or understand yourself for the biggest degree
That’s the biggest thing, the world does not want you to understand yourself, the moment you start understanding yourself is the moment they start zing zing zing zing zing take you down take you down take you down take your down take you down take you down
Cause they don’t what you to understand who you are
Cause if people knew what they were and who they are
We wouldn’t live under, the things that we live under that keep us from being at the level we could be
So in my mind, that’s it
If you understand who you are and you know who you are it doesn’t matter what anybody says
Whether it’s the people you love or the people that just hate you, doesn’t matter
( See but everybody couldn’t know what, who they are )
That’s your choice

Cause I’m in the jungle
Secretly watching me hoping I fumble
I pick up the ball and score, they tumble
I know how to be, they barely bumble
Watching em crumble
Mmmm

Family plotting on my demise
Know that I got it, pull it surprise
Know that I’m godly, look at the odds
Sit with no stylus, so many styles

I’m not a problem, I’m a surprise
My life is valid, you a disguise
I’m keeping tally, it’s 421 to none

Bitch I’m the one
Letters to Jah, made me the sun
Shining brightly on everybody but don’t appreciate what I done

Drop the bottom of the bucket in the well
Nickel to your brain yeah wish you so well
Penny for your thoughts but your thought so frail, aye uh
It’s some shit you ain’t tell but I peeped it
Really I’m a psychic but you won’t believe it
Speaking to my next in line to receive it
Cause I’m in the jungle

I’m in the jungle
Secretly watching me hoping I fumble
I pick up the ball and score, they tumble
I know how to be, they barely bumble
Watching em crumble
Aye

Most these mother fuckers out here fake, aye
Only hustle for the money and the cake, aye
Can’t be a fucking boss to be great, aye
Gotta be a leader just to stay, a okay
Gotta put the work in
Gotta raise the margins
Eyes on the prize mother fucker I’m a sergeant
Darts on the target, sharks in the cockpit
Click clack ah ah ah
New carpet, I’m Art.Ic
Put the body in the middle flow a part meant to be greater
Give a fuck about a back seat driver you a hater
Matter fact imma deal whicha later
Actually I’m not gonna deal with you at all