| 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 | 
| Demrick | 
| 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 affidavit, 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 | 
| And 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 | 
| Demrick | 
| 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 | 
| Demrick | 
| 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 | 
| Demrick | 
| 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 |