Lyrics Jungle Rules - Ralph Weah

You should never ever show your feelings, then you bruise
You should never ever show your winnings, then you lose
Everybody′s fake, I promise they gone pick and choose
Everybody love you when you end up on the news
Smiling thru the problems thats the problem of the youth
We don't got no guidance so we wildin′ thats the truth
All I see is violence, police sirens on the move
If you wanna survival, better follow jungle rules

Damn you niggas late, you caught the bait, this shit is due
Damn you niggas hate, you still debating for the views
I don't congregate, I salivate this shit is food
And I found a way, I'm feeling great; this shit is mood
Bout to penetrate your mental state, don′t need no lube
They gone imitate, I feel the weight up on my shoes
They gonna open gate, a different rate like who is you
Every pen and pape disintegrate; Oh you confused?
Tried to tell there niggas tht I′m really heaven sent
Use to eat McDonald's just to pay my Momma rent
I don′t spin the bottle, spin the block for every cent
There is no tomorrow and tonight already went
Use to pop a bottle every night, was getting bent
People they gone follow every dollar when you spend
But when you in the sorrow you won't even smell a cent
Used to have a camp until I burned up all the tents
And I gotta stamp that that says I′m really from the trench
Use to let them breathe but now I'm fucking up events
Use to have no heater but I′m really here to vent
Do this leaders and my n*ggas in the pent

You should never ever show your feelings, then you bruise
You should never ever show your winnings, then you lose
Everybody's fake, I promise they gone pick and choose
Everybody love you when you end up on the news
Smiling thru the problems thats the problem of the youth
We don't got no guidance so we wildin′ thats the truth
All I see is violence, police sirens on the move
If you wanna survival, better follow jungle rules

I′m the King
Oh you thought they loved you, you were really just a fling
I've been on the hustle, like Lebron without the ring
I am still above you, you should really check the wings
Watch my paper double, you should really check the brinks
My team got in a huddle, and we run it like a sting
Came up from the rubble, and I got it from the sink
They way I′m finna bubble, you would thought I had a spring
The way I be so subtle, you would thought I had to sing
The way I be so fly man you would thought I had a sling
You n*ggas telling lies, just face that karma when it brings
They said they finna slide, and we don't even get a swing
Fucking up yo clique, and we don′t even gotta link
African guerrilla, you should really check the stats
I'm Godzilla, you don′t wanna run it back
I make thrillers like I'm really Micheal Jack
My shits iller, you gone have to send him back
I'm chinchilla, when I step up on the track
I′m Denzello Washington, and that′s a fact
Malcolm X, King, know they hate me cuz I'm black
Kon, Nip, Dilla, legendary; that′s a Hack

You should never ever show your feelings, then you bruise
You should never ever show your winnings, then you lose
Everybody's fake, I promise they gone pick and choose
Everybody love you when you end up on the news
Smiling thru the problems thats the problem of the youth
We don′t got no guidance so we wildin' thats the truth
All I see is violence, police sirens on the move
If you wanna survival, better follow jungle rules