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Welcome To The Jungle

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Lyrics: On the battlefield I am the commander in the war between the worlds, time to wheel the cannons in I'm out here salamandering They out here slandering Try to smear a niggas image down, damn who's the camera man? Where's the man to man talk What a f-ck? Get up off the nipple, man Let your momma have a mammogram, Busting like Sammy Sam Niggas can't even see me on the beat Like a blind pianist at a band exam But f-ck a punch line, f-ck a metaphor F-ck the niggas who said they wasn't feeling me before Life is like a movie, I just write the score, Let me dumb it down, maybe you can understand me more! I got no time for this shock jock, get up above my cock, Put the mic down, you're looking sixty four! I'm guessing I'm the nigga that they love to hate But they still watch a nigga, and they pay attention more! Closer to my words, and closer you observe Trying to decipher the flow you niggas know this shit is absurd! You notice every verb and adjective and every syllable And why compare to me there is nobody who's identical Instrumental general, Grand Hustle emerald I'm ballin' over here, give a f-ck about your interviews Niggas talk, hoes too, but they know I'm one of the coldest overall and general The more I ball the more the haters run When you f-ck the game, the problems gonna come Back down never, I'm never known to run F-ck life and get high, that's what I call overcoming obstacles Get up of my tosticles, I got the sun to control I'm callin' audibles, I know what I gotta do When you travel on this road, man after a while Nobody's either on the side of you Reaching out the other artists for a wider view In reality artists just don't have the time for you It is what it is, I don't take it personal But it's a jungle out, and lions don't eat vegetables. I mean veggies, I'm all about my I don't smoke and I'm never on the reggie I'm going full speed, but I don't know where I'm heading so keep up my yard and never touch my hedges I'm on the edge, you should never cross the line Niggas feel safe when they're online But I'm out here touring, they out here keyboarding I'm bout to show what the f-ck a high score is So let me do this for east side bitch Decatuer GA, on six! Call it what you want, but real recognize real So the hush niggas don't even exist! Ah, Grand Hustle, yeah it's B.o.B Said free T.I.P, now the nigga back So now we gonna see what's up and what's good Bobby Ray coming to your neighborhood! Strange Clouds, dropping soon Yeah that's what's up, good news.
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