Jungle

Okay, buddy, I'll talk to you. My name is Joaquin
Téo
Téo
What famous Téo's are there
I have dreams of being famous, going on tours walking on stages
Fans scream the lyrics from songs of mine on they playlist
V.I.P celebrity status and seen as A-List
Step out of the house everybody knows what my name is
G.O.A.T tier, God tier seen as one of the- hold up wait
See people stay not believing me when I say this
In a field as hard as rap and in general entertainment
I often feel I lack any real potential to make it like
What separates me? What makes me different from others
Do I have that if factor sometimes I sit back and wonder
Can I make this my career? Can I really go get those numbers
Can I get on billboards and stay on it back to back summers
Can I really do it? Am I really able? Can I make them listen
Can I show, if I get to the table, stuff that makes me different
I know doubting myself is bad
But even through the doubt I still choose to fight for what I can have
Cause I be pessimistic, yes
But I be damned if I don't try
I'd rather get there and not want it
Than never get there and die
And I
Know pressure makes it easy to crumble
But the pressure lets me know t hat I'm meant to be in this jungle
For real
Yeah, yeah
Okay, so you're gonna be a success
Right
Yeah
You're on your way, buddy
Thank you, sir
I appreciate you
Yeah