King Of The Jungle

(Dramatic, nigga)
Let's just compare the rap game to the jungle
When we come through (17)
I'm poundin' on my chest like King Kong (ayy, ayy)
These other niggas turn into circus freaks (D-Roc) (all hail the YB)
(Gangsta Grillz)

Now, I'm ready to rumble, I'm the king of the jungle (YB)
I just entered the game, and I'm goin' to half-time with a whole lot of pointers
I ain't finish school, mama had nothin' to say
Still got up, I got it either way
Took the time off for to change my faith
Fugazi, that's all that I'm seein' these days

My house big and it's sittin' on a mountain
Control the compound and buy a new house (oh, it is?)
Got 'em all mad, sittin', poutin'
Real deal slime, let me tell you 'bout it (oh, oh)
My carpet, Roberto Cavalli (let's do it)
I stay with that syrup in my body (let's do it)
Stackin' it up, I won't fumble (I gain)
That's a whole lot of blue money (oh, mane)

Can't forget I spent the same on a ring
She never once by herself bought a thing
She want Celine, and that's just a small thing
Havin' it, tappin' it, bought a 4MATIC kit
Fresh as night, I pull up in a Bally fit
Fresh as fuck, I look like that I'm servin' keys
Stay with a P, come from chasin' my dream
Now, I'm livin' this shit, got more water than sea

Got more toilets than me, how the fuck you expect you better
I'ma slime, if they 'round they a real stepper
Real made man when you comin' from the street
Same amount of cars as a taxi company
Get off house arrest, in the Nawf I'll be, in the Nawf I'll die
I ain't with the façade
In my granddaddy house, but he moved out
And I'll forever reside, play sticks in the yard

Now, I'm ready to rumble, I'm the king of the jungle
I just entered the game, and I'm goin' to half-time with a whole lot of pointers
I ain't finish school, mama had nothin' to say
Still got up, I got it either way
Took the time off for to change my faith
Fugazi, that's all that I'm seein' these days

My house big and it's sittin' on a mountain
Control the compound and buy a new house (oh, it is?)
Got 'em all mad, sittin', poutin'
Real deal slime, let me tell you 'bout it (oh, oh)
My carpet, Roberto Cavalli (let's do it)
I stay with that syrup in my body (let's do it)
Stackin' it up, I won't fumble (I gain)
That's a whole lot of blue money (oh, mane)

Cavalli my carpet, Chanelly my sheets
Shiny lil' Fendi, spend racks on a piece
I ain't talkin' 'bout jewellery, my nigga
I'm talkin' 'bout all them just watchin' my value increase
King of my home, all hail to me
At the crib, as you see that my lil' girl bring me peace
I came up, I achieved, I roll up and I chief
Stay on top of they necks so that lizard can't breathe

Majesty, I'm your highness
Diamonds, I rock the finest
Eight thousand square feet, can't find me
Wasn't frontin', tryna find where my mind went
No miles on the Bentley, ain't no need for to drive
At the dirt by Track Hawks, we bark outside
I'ma loner, I ain't friendly, I ain't tryna be ya partner
All red everything, all B's in the castle

Now, I'm ready to rumble, I'm the king of the jungle
I just entered the game, and I'm goin' to half-time with a whole lot of pointers
I ain't finish school, mama had nothin' to say
Still got up, I got it either way
Took the time off for to change my faith
Fugazi, that's all that I'm seein' these days

My house big and it's sittin' on a mountain
Control the compound and buy a new house (oh, it is?)
Got 'em all mad, sittin', poutin'
Real deal slime, let me tell you 'bout it (oh, oh)
My carpet, Roberto Cavalli (let's do it)
I stay with that syrup in my body (let's do it)
Stackin' it up, I won't fumble (I gain)
That's a whole lot of blue money (oh, mane)

(Gangsta Grizillz)
These niggas be tellin' false tales
Lyin' kings
You not seein' YB in the jungle



Credits
Writer(s): Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Daniel Lebrun, Sven Steenbergen, Jason Michael Goldberg, Cooper Anthony Vengrove
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