Jungle

[Hook: Don Benjamin]
I am from the jungle
But I remain humble
See I am from the jungle
But now I count hundreds

See I’m from the…

[Verse 1: Skippa da Flippa]
North, you either lost
[?] my Beemer and went to get sauce
I’m from the jungle like [?]
Niggas don’t shine and throw shade but it’s false
Learn your position and work it
I be like Rihanna ‘cause she like to work it
If you [?] like it was Turkish
Hold hundreds, start shakin’, get nervous
You real or fake, you should make up your mind
The money come first, you should keep that in mind
Worry ‘bout yourself don’t be worried ‘bout mine
Caught on hold, caught on hold like a gold mine
She fuck with Flippa ‘cause I’m down to Earth
That boy Flippa never snatched me a purse
Get so much money like I had a curse
You’ve been through it but I had it worse

[Hook: Don Benjamin]
I am from the jungle
But I remain humble
See I am from the jungle
But now I count hundreds

See I’m from the…

[Verse 2: Don Benjamin]
Blue faced hundreds like it’s painted on me
Fuck them all, they hatin’ on me
From the bottom just like [?] home
Ain’t showin’ up but I paid my homie
Any cash advance like a debit card
For the money I’ma set it off
Came a long way from being dead broke
Now I’m fresh to death in the best clothes
Fuck the struggle, now I make it double
Humble is a mumble in a jungle
Better fuckin’ rumble, never let it tumble
Better fuckin’ hustle, hundreds in a duffle
Ahh.. They’ve got nothing on us
Still ballin’ in the spur of moment
Fundamentally flexin’ on ‘em
God damn...

[Hook: Don Benjamin]
I am from the jungle
But I remain humble
See I am from the jungle
But now I count hundreds

See I’m from the…