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I'm in a jungleLions, tigers and gorillas and shit niggaIt's a lot of monkey ass niggas out here too'Lotta hustle niggaRules, laws, strategy10 million dollars later I'm a blessing niggaHow a nigga rich but still stressing niggaGlock .40, Smithand Wesson niggaStreets will never ever stop testing niggasYoungin' give 'em a head shot, send a message niggaPart rapper, part goon, still finessing niggaI believe in hustle I don't fuck with luckAnd it's fuck em kill em all if they don't fuck with usThem three letters mean a lot boy, sacrificesCocaine Mafia, double check the pricesNiggas killing niggas like they got a licenseNiggas crossing over like they Allen IversonFuck that iPhone 6, they be tracking niggasI'm about to get a beeper, fade to black on niggasGotti, goodnight, I'm goneI be back when they quit living through phonesWhen niggas put the gram down and pick the grams upYou got follows but no dollars man that shit ain't adding upNah, and all the dirt I done, all the bricks I soldI can't sleep at night, paranoid it showsSongtexteI be strapped on stage, fuck the award showCause I shoot this bitch up and only God knowsYeah like I told you a long time ago fam,y'all gon' hold it against you.I keep fighting doing this to y'all.Every time I get something in the mailwhether it's favorable or not from the courts,I keep putting it down because y'all are my motivation.I appreciate the loveNiggas riding gold rims and they mama po'And they kill a family member for that envelopeI'm the Lionel Richie to these CommodoresWe flip pies to franchising DominoesI speak for dope boys every track I'm onUntil this day my people never rat or toldPosted 20 in, I'm talking fed penThe line between us both have gained so very thinAmongst my boys of W.E.B. Du BoisSouls of black folk to hustle wasn't a choiceRap game everybody skimming off the topFuck interest as long as you pull it off the lockHoes on the fuck, haters wanna hateCertified sack boy, black Ronald ReaganDouble M no longer that Buick Regal moneyNickel rock niggas so don't make me put a kilo on itNegotiating for it or either we take itNiggas even shooting choppers in a fuckin' cadenceFell out with some people that I still loveI guess that's how it goes when it's real bloodI remember counting cash standing in the trapI turned my hat to the back, had a hundred stacks60 m's later and 300 taxStill losing weight with the south on my back, niggaI pray you play by the rulesI came so close to the edgeI pray you play by the rulesI came so close to the edgeI pray you play by the rulesI came so close to the edgeI pray you play by the rulesI came so close to the edgeAin't no mercy young niggaIt's the jungle, locsAnd I pray you rich foreverGotti, I pray you rich foreverAll my niggas I pray you rich foreverWhen you smokin' and you vibin' to this shitI pray you rich forever my niggaHood Billionaire Aus Songtexte Mania