Lyrics Rilès – Freestyle Booska Jungle

I can go in
The jungle is a threat, you might lose yourself

Oh lemme go in
Was made for this tho sometimes I doubt it well

Business, feelings
Scratch n writings
Numbers, streaming
Buzz n fading
Cash is laking
Yet I can’t quit

Demons yelling
Kush ain’t healing
All this hate not really helping
I thought I was down but I’m deeper
Ah yema…

Watch out for the goons
Bro the fame is a bad man
If you quit they gon feast right
Everybody knew
But they shh
If you’re too strong
Jealousy when the man climbs
And the girls turn into snake now hmm
ATM be my name now hm?
I swear I got the feeling that my feelings dead

Oh baba, yema
Everyone changed
Is you still the same with me?
Not feeling sane
Oh baba yema

I might not make it, lord lost me there
Angels ‘bove my head already gone
Pray for me as I am just a man
Terrified by demons chasing him

Ahhhhh
Since the beginning ain’t took a rest
Working till death
Juggling between business n friends
Bros n expenses

«Sorry but they want to put you side»
PR stress’ high
Country on their feelings once I signed
Get your mind right

Still a four feet bed
In a two-piece cage
Driving 5-speed wreck
Bumping Pac n Jay
With no AC in
10 on five seat fam
Wtf you mean, I never changed for millions

(To, to, to, to)
I’m stathamin stani’s freestyle
(It’s, it’s, it’s, it’s)
It’s all love or it’s all last rites
(B-b-b-b)
Better watch and get your mind right
Who?
It’s in french so don’t care ’bout your feedback

24months in my stud/cave
Nobody guided me through it
So much tracks, I’m feeling Prince
Do I really need to quit?
They’ll be happy if I end up dead

Oh baba, yema
Everyone changed
Is you still the same with me?
Not feeling sane
Oh baba yema
Everyone changed
Or am I just breaking down down down