Released on January 4, 2016

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[Verse 1]

Fuck ya approval 'cause the ink will never dry

Paper burns up, this gold around my wrist will never die

I'd rather be a rich bum, than a hard working peasant

Spend my time counting blessings, while I'm repeating my lessons

Whether it be mistakes or the losses, this shit cost us

Gotta pay ya own way, no loans and then you boss up

At the end of the day it's all joke

I try to stay on the right side of it

It's never funny when you the butt

That's why these hoes bitter and these niggas still slide in it

I got people close to me I still fear lying

I got people too close to me I still fear trying

I got people real close to me I still fear dying

So I'm at the range weekly, practicing with the iron

Its a concrete jungle

It's vampires and lions, snakes is eating the rats

And the panthers just keep on dying

No white Jesus coming, ain't no Tarzan to fly in

Temper like a hair trigger, habit like an addict

Always drinking like a fish, still fucking like a rabbit

Don't play theatre games with me, realism at its finest

These toads thinking these hoes can turn em into a highness

Like I said its a jungle I'm hunting all of my game

And don't sleep at night no more, 'cause wolf is part of my name

Always takes a bad day just to jump start my brain

Ain't no stranger to the pain but I never dealt with shame


[Verse 2]

People think they be helpful by telling you to be careful

But really nigga that's like saying don't laugh

I never smile too much in public

'Cause these niggas ain't my buddies

See the devil in these honeys, man it's just a fat ass

You never had a lot of money

Bacon collar, shoes is muddy

Tell me how is you go take a chance you never had

Been at the bottom all my life, I got it all and lost it twice

Spent half of it on my wife, at least that's my future plan

I guess it's kind of odd to see a young black man with a dream

I guess it's kind of odd to see a young black man go achieve

I guess it's kind of odd to see a young a black man on wax

Go ten tracks without talking 'bout racks but talking 'bout traps

I ain't got no criteria except to be fair to ya

Show much love sometime I know that shit can get weird to ya

If you in my inner circle that's my halo

My thoughts make the day glow

And I ain't never moving when you say so