Jungle Bunny - Kele

Like cocoa from the Congo

Like gold from Senegal

Better get yourself together

Better get your money up

Like cocoa from the Congo

Like gold from Senegal

Better get yourself together

Better get your money up

He’s trying to run

H’s trying to run to outrun a gun

He’s gone full Ye

And he’s starting to feel that shit might pop off

The police man said he’d been a fan

As he slapped the cuffs onto my wrist

The security did not fuck around

When they bounced my black ass from the club

So I will defy

I will defy and I will destroy

I will denounce

Shave my head to a number 1

The airport feeding me a line

As they check all through my carry on

The shop clerk doesn’t make a sound

As she watches me on CCTV

I came in all black

I came in all black to dead that

I’m cutting you off child

I’m cutting you off, fact

So I look my brother in the eye

But he stunts like he don’t recognise

'Cause the big man’s given him a prize

But it’s just a badge bro

So quit it with the coonery

The japes and the tomfoolery

Shucking and jiving in your video

Like no one was gonna know

You’re fucking with a legacy

That’s bigger than him and that’s bigger than me

From the playground gates to your estate

To the money I make

You go home to your house in Calabasas

And your wife and your kids safe in the knowledge

On a gated street where life is sweet

But no one looks like you

Why won’t they let our children kick it?

It’s the signs of the father’s sin still sticking

If you play your cards right, I could put you on a flight

Homeboy’s gonna get it, oh yeah

Like cocoa from the Congo

Like gold from Senegal

Better get yourself together

Better get your money up

Like cocoa from the Congo

Like gold from Senegal

Better get yourself together

Better get your money up

Better get your money up

Better get your money up

So I will invest, I will invent

And I will inform

I will buy land

I will put food in the children’s mouths

When I look in the mirror.

I like what I see

I don’t come for drama but it finds me

Turned half a mil to a 1.5

Your don’t need to hold your purse so tight

See I believe in Karma

So I pay my bills on time

Are you going to give me trouble?

I’ve heard about your kind

I keep my shit exclusive

I keep my circle tight

And if you front

I will drop you where you stand

So quit it with the coonery

The japes and the tomfoolery

Shucking and jiving in your video

Like no one was gonna know

You’re fucking with a legacy

That’s bigger than him and that’s bigger than me

From the playground gates to your estate

To the money I make

You go home to your house in Calabasas

And your wife and your kids safe in the knowledge

On a gated street where life is sweet

But no one looks like you

Why won’t they let our children kick it?

It’s the signs of the father’s sin still sticking

If you play your cards right, I could put you on a flight

Homeboy’s gonna get it, oh yeah

Like cocoa from the Congo

Like gold from Senegal

Better get yourself together

Better get your money up

Like cocoa from the Congo

Like gold from Senegal

Better get yourself together

Better get your money up

Better get your money up

Better get your money up

Got to get yourself together

Got to get yourself together

Better get your money up

Better get your money up