Jungle

JUNGLE

December - Eric 6ray x Kalli

prod. @slvg420

LYRICS:

The director, no one do it better,
Knowing what I’m saying,
Got it down to the letter,
Fuck a paragraph, I could tell you in the header,
Heading for the top and I’ll be chillin’ there forever

Calling shots, I’ma pop, no pistol,
Show you what I’m doing in the future, no crystal,
Eyes on the prize,
I’ma take you for a ride,
On the rise, I’ma shine,
Like a tree full of tinsel, yeah,
Said they cannot see the vision,
What do they know?
Fake it till you make it,
Or I put you on the payroll,
Try to take ‘em higher, 
But them bitches wanna stay low,
Try to use the legend,
Motherfucker, I’ma say no

The director, no one do it better,
Knowing what I’m saying,
Got it down to the letter,
Fuck a paragraph, I could tell you in the header,
Heading for the top and I’ll be chillin’ there forever

Been a menace,
Using it for leverage,
Know that time’s precious,
So be careful how you spend it,
Counting on surroundings,
You better count your blessings,
If I’ve never seen it,
Then I know I can invent it, yeah,
So active, it’s a call to action,
Anything you’re lacking,
I bet that I can have it,
Somewhere in between Mr. Scrooge and Bob Cratchit,
Doing what I gotta with or without any backing, yeah

The director, no one do it better,
Knowing what I’m saying,
Got it down to the letter,
Fuck a paragraph, I could tell you in the header,
Heading for the top and I’ll be chillin’ there forever

THE DIRECTOR (PROD. SLVG)

Lyrics: 

Molly weed suboxone popping plenty
Nodding off while talking walking zombie rotten chopping heads the devil constant stalking 
In my mind no peace to find confined from lies and snakes deprived
action right I hit ‘em left now looks who’s talking watch your back in dark I’m walking steady blade in hand
Nothing in my fucking head but death that is that is the fucking plan
 take a soul I kill a man 
Or what you thought you was now nothing 
Numbers crumble steady bluffing smoke 
I’m off an O still puffing purple till I hit the summit 

Piece together what it means to be I can’t decide or see the labyrinth of my mind I walk around without a doubt or plea for change my day to day the same it’s lame so puffing endlessly on cigs and weed or anything to cope with what I won’t it’s like a prison see I can’t see what people all around me decide they fucking wanna be another fucking wannabe
cycle out the washed up mother fuckers like it’s laundry monogamy to pistols weed and problems shuffle vice to an anomaly not far off im a SPECTRE 
Pills for my cuisine she sucking dick until her neck hurt 
I’m off the drugs and hate my self I’m folding under pressure 
You wanna die today im down let’s do this shit together

SOCIAL STATUS. (Prod. Vrynoah)

Lyrics: 

BTD SPECTRE: 

Blaze the pain erase in waves 
I pray today will end the weight inside my chest i wait 
Label me a fake fuck or not I stay here beside the grave with a “J” in hand 
i don’t need hear it to heard a lot 
distant never mind your fucking talk 
just let me rot 
nevermind the box inside my head i break the lock
bolted to me heavy hearted not 
rock bottom ima chop drop pussies with a knot tight loosened never upright put you to the gallows fuck a fist fight 
i don’t want to speak on what is wrong or what is right 
in spite of living dead now i feel nothing though a vision got me pressing these buttons up in the night
stressing 
let another speak and they be smoking on my wesson 
telling me a problem i got plenty steady guessing 
when will be the day i die from vice and all depression 

(I dunno)

never mind a death I walk upon it reaper destined if you didn’t mean it why you speak upon me always pressing 
I got nothing only time to kill before alike to time I spill the sand from head I crack the glass now shattered still behind the wheel 

 swerving thoughts impertinent pressure in lungs I’m burning it daily cursing you bitches who do the worst was dead inside from birth they question worth but I don’t know it
Stop the talk or take the knot with weed I’m steady blowing


ENVIOU$:

I don’t feel like living, Yeah I feel like imma die
Suicidal thoughts always racing through my mind
No I never had time, no I never had faith
So I’ll suffocate now and I’ll end up in my grave
Grippin on the blade and I’m slitting on my vain
Fucking on ya ho while she screaming out my name 
Give it to her nice while she grippin on my chain 
Fuckin with the illest better stay up in your lane
Killers in the cut, put a body in the trunk 
And I’m rolling up a blunt, Bitch I never gave a fuck
And I never had love ho I’m always outta trust
And throwing up a 6, Bitch I’m rolling up a dutch
Rollin down I10 kicking on the the clutch
Semi automatic it’ll turn yo ass to dust
If you wanna talk we can let the 9 bust
But I don’t got time ho, I don’t got much.

NevermindIBrokeTheLock Ft. ENVIOU$ (Prod. Vrynoah)

SLEEPWALK (PRODUCED BY XANAXFANCLUB)

Boy Who Cried Wolf

Tic Tac (Intro)

Beat produced by: Syndrome
Vocals produced by: XODDIC

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