Welcome to the Jungle (Freestyle) lyrics

by

Bun B


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 n*ggas image, 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
n*ggas 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 n*ggas who said that 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 c*ck
Put the mic down, you’re looking sixty four!
I’m guessing I’m the n*gga that they love to hate
But they still watch a n*gga, and they pay attention more!
Closer to my words, and closer you observe
Trying to decipher the flow you n*ggas know this sh*t 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
n*ggas 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 off my tosticles, I got this under control
I’m callin’ audibles, I know what I gotta do
When you travel on this road, man after a while
Nobody’s on the either 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 bap and I’m never on the reggie
I’m going full speed, but I don’t know where I’m heading
So keep up off my yard and never touch my hedges
I’m on the edge, you should never cross the line
n*ggas feel safe when they’re online
But I’m out here touring, they out here keyboarding
I’m bout to show ya'll what the f*ck a high score is
So let me do this for east side b*tch
Decatuer GA, camera rolls on six!
Call it what you want, but real recognize real
So to us, n*ggas don’t even exist!
Ah, Grand Hustle, yeah it’s B.o.B
Said free T.I.P, now the n*gga 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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