Jungle Bunny

Like cocoa from the Congo Like gold from Senegal Better get yourself together Better get your money up Like cocoa from the Congo Like gold from Senegal Better get yourself together Better get your money up He's trying to run He's trying to run, to outrun a gun He's gone full Ye And he's starting to feel That shit might pop off The police man said he'd been a fan As he slapped the cuffs onto my wrist The security did not fuck around When they bounced my black ass from the club So I will defy I will defy and I will destroy I will denounce Shave my head to a number one The airport feeding me a line As they check all though my carry on The shop clerk doesn't make a sound as She watches me on CCTV I came in all black I came in all black to dead that I'm cutting you off, child I'm cutting you off, fact So, I look my brother in the eye But he stunts like he don't recognize 'Cause the big man's given him a prize But, it's just a badge bro So quit it with the coonery The japes and the tomfoolery Shucking and jiving in your video Like no one was gonna know You're fucking with a legacy That's bigger than him And it's bigger than me From the playground gates to your estate To the money I make You go home to your home in Calabasas With your wife and your kids Safe in you knowledge on a gated street Where life is sweet But no-one looks like you Why won't they let our children kick it? It's the sign of the father's sin still sticking If you play your cards right I could put you on a flight Homeboy's gonna get it (oh yeah!) Like cocoa from the Congo Like gold from Senegal Better get yourself together Better get your money up Like cocoa from the Congo Like gold from Senegal Better get yourself together Better get your money up Better get your money up Better get your money up So I will invest I will invent and I will inform I will buy land I will put food in the children's mouths When I look in the mirror I like what I see I don't come for drama but it finds me Turned half a mil to a 1.5 You don't need to hold your purse so tight See, I believe in karma So I pay my bills on time Are you going to give me trouble? I've heard about your kind I keep my shit exclusive, I keep my circle tight And if you front, I will drop you where you stand So quit it with the coonery The japes and the tomfoolery Shucking and jiving in your video Like no one was gonna know You're fucking with a legacy That's bigger than him And it's bigger than me From the playground gates to your estate To the money I make You go home to your home in Calabasas With your wife and your kids Safe in you knowledge on a gated street Where life is sweet But no-one looks like you Why won't they let our children kick it? It's the sign of the father's sin still sticking If you play your cards right I could put you on a flight Homeboy's gonna get it (oh yeah!) Like cocoa from the Congo Like gold from Senegal Better get yourself together Better get your money up Like cocoa from the Congo Like gold from Senegal Better get yourself together Better get your money up Better get your money up Better get your money up Better get yourself together Better get yourself together Better get your money up Better get your money up