jungle

i live my life in the jungle ain't no rules in the jungle pree in the jungle survival of fittest the weakest get eaten venom in the jungle the fittest get stronger the weakest they get driven im the king of the jungle couper is my soldier sooner you will meet grootman i ask myself why daddy had a gun i realise after his death so we had shooter on the run i dont need a gun God is my gun my heart is gun never mind black business matters please dont loya me im going to loya back we call it black magic i live with my soul it need your flesh thats what i say when i pipe she be screeming like screener twitwi I'll be happy like the migos