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They say you talking crazy, talking reckless, that's that real shit They say that I ain't stunting, pop a wheelie, do a real trick I go get the money, double that, now that's a real flip Welcome to the zoo, bitch, I call that a real trip Ever been to the jungle? (No love) Brought up in a struggle? It's a Cut, Throat, World, bitch, ain't nobody love you Ever been to the jungle? (No love) Brought up in a struggle? It's a Cut, Throat, World, bitch, ain't nobody love you I've been thinking 'bout it lately. (What?) My life is getting crazy. (Why?) I just got topped off then I dropped her off in a brand-new Mercedes My music like dope in the 80s. (It is.) They don't want smoke, they ventilating Thoughts they gonna pop before the pavement My thoughts take a pop to turn the payments Niggas be walking entertainment, all caught up in the matrix Ain't got a plan 'cause they play they self I be watching in amazement When they get that [?], and see the name on the stages. (Oh no.) I thought my own homies never snitched on me, man their last words are famous That's why all my steel is stainless and you get used to killing strangers Letras de cancionesAnd I pop pills to feel painless. Label this: Young, Wild and Dangerous Yeah I'm fresh out of famous, calling this animal behavior But what you expect? You think they regret when they locked us in the cages? Huh? They say you talking crazy, talking reckless, that's that real shit They say that I ain't stunting, pop a wheelie, do a real trick I go get the money, double that, now that's a real flip Welcome to the zoo, bitch, I call that a real trip Ever been to the jungle? (No love) Brought up in a struggle? It's a Cut, Throat, World, bitch, ain't nobody love you I'ma tell you like these streets told me It's a Cut, Throat, World Make it hard for you to breathe I'ma tell you like these streets told me It's a Cut, Throat, World Make it hard for you to breathe They want us all to suffocate They want us all to lose our way They want us locked up so they can watch us and tell us how to spend our days But no, not, me. Me no pay that I go out and make stacks Switch me lane in Maybach Yeah, yeah they let us head, nigga crazy, no no, not at all Making moves for the calls Hate to see a nigga ball I'm starting to feel like LeBron 80 rounds in the drum Give me 808s in the drum Make the bitches go dumb in the club And you know what I need now My head up in these clouds Help me calm the fuck down Bitch I'm 'bout to wile out 'Cause they keep it stressing and this shit depressing from the president to inner-city section We living in a ticking time-bomb 'bout to detonate at any second They say you talking crazy, talking reckless, that's that real shit They say that I ain't stunting, pop a wheelie, do a real trick I go get the money, double that, now that's a real flip Welcome to the zoo, bitch, I call that a real trip Ever been to the jungle? (No love) Brought up in a struggle? It's a Cut, Throat, World, bitch, ain't nobody love you Ever been to the jungle? (No love) Brought up in a struggle? It's a Cut, Throat, World, bitch, ain't nobody love you I'ma tell you like these streets told me It's a Cut, Throat, World Make it hard for you to breathe I'ma tell you like these streets told me It's a Cut, Throat, World Make it hard for you to breathe From Letras Mania