[Intro: Styles P]
Let's get some money, [?]
East, what up?
Turn that shit up Poobs, ayy

[Verse 1: Styles P]
He's bougie fuck, really not, he's dumb high
Uzi in a tux, put your rain on your girl doobie
I do be in a rush
Wearin' Gucci, eatin' vegan sushi movin' in the clutch (Hahaha)
Fuck around and fill a Uber up with dust
Sell it to your hood and I got the shooter in the cut
Nah, go and get the lye, we on that P shit
Make a toast, you are checkin' out that Ghost and East shit
Prayin' to the East, running from the West precinct
If I kill a man, does that make me less decent?
If I hurt a man, does that make me less lenient?
They could shoot first, they gon' send the next team in
They could hit the deck 'fore they send the next beam in
Got the pounds comin', yeah, we got the next green in
Got the new spot, you can send the next fiend in
This the Ghost, check out East, he's the next heathen, yeah

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
Livin' in the jungle, everybody wants to be a lion
But death will make you humble when you dyin'
Yeah, death will make you humble when you dyin'
Yeahhhh, money make these little n***as feel like giants
But death will make you humble when you dyin'
Yeah, death will make you humble when you dyin'
Yeahhhh-yeah, yeahhhhh
[Verse 2: Dave East]
If I don't know you, you gon' see how I react in the photo (Facts)
In DC with the package on me, meet me at the go-go
Hid the dimes in my drawers, the Knicks look like NoDoz
Me and Pooch chop in the mornin', we really sew O's
If I'm the next heathen (uh), I'ma make sure I'm the best breathin'
Forty on me, no jeans, it's sweat season (Sweats)
I know my past hoes, they regret leavin' (I know)
I coulda died in that crash, really regret speedin' (My bad)
Ghost and Dave is complimented by no one, n***a
I be in the Bay just conversatin with growers (What it cost?)
All your favorite actresses love me, I really know 'em (Hey)
Gemstar under that Gucci, I really blow 'em (On God)
Pause that, runnin' in buildings but not I'm off that
Used to be in taps, switch phones before I call back
Twenty-nine, almost thirty, still got my flag on me
I ain't dead or in jail so my mama could brag on me (Mama)
Think I'm deliverin' mail, I got that bag on me
I already know they gon' tell, I got a mask on me (Mask)
If you wanna new job, n***a, just ask homie
You a pumper, I know your boss used to get packs from me
Brian Pump ass n***as just want some pussy (Damn)
Rollin' up cookie, watchin' movies about Tookie
If you lackin' the real, I'm what your life needs
Told my Cali shorty to meet me on thirty-ninth street, uh
[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
Livin' in the jungle, everybody wants to be a lion
Yeah, but death will make you humble when you dyin'
Yeah, death will make you humble when you dyin'
Yeahhhh, money make these little n***as feel like giants
But death will make you humble when you dyin'
Yeah, death will make you humble when you dyin'
Yeahhhh-yeah, yeahhhhh

[Verse 3: Styles P]
The Ghost and The Paranoid, playin' East shit (Yeah)
Cold-hearted n***a guaranteed to let the heat get
Tryna pray, got some shit to weigh and I'm leafless (Hahaha)
If I shoot first, I ain't got to sweat the defense
Used to know the story, I ain't gotta set the pretense (Nah)
Play the Hudson river, bring the chains and the cement (Bring it all)
I'm a gangsta n***a, tell your bitch to suck the semen
We New York giants, I ain't talkin' 'bout the G-men, yeah

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
Livin' in the jungle, everybody wants to be a lion
Yeah, but death will make you humble when you dyin'
Yeah, death will make you humble when you dyin'
Yeahhhh, money make these little n***as feel like giants
But death will make you humble when you dyin'
Yeah, death will make you humble when you dyin'
Yeahhhh-yeah, yeahhhhh
[Outro: Tish Hyman]
Yeah death will make you humble when you
Yeah death will make you humble when you
Yeahhh, money make these little n***as feel like giants
But death will make you humble when you dyin'
Death-death-death will make you humble when you dyin'
Yeahhhh-yeah, yeahhhhh