CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : King Of The Jungle

Lyrics:
Make room for the king of the jungle
I was staking the game out and witnessed it crumble
Now its different it got me livid I’m itching to rumble
And i won't quit till all of you b*** are humbled
Ugh

Better come with a next level approach
Cus you know i never settle my vendettas alone
Im just better than most
The best ever the GOAT
If I’m truly being honest the rest never werе close

They can tell that i comе with the ambition
For turning a rap dream right into a damn living
Advanced writtens i got have been leaving the fans tripping
I’ll be giving y’all the business right down to my last minute hoe

Y’all mad that you running a rat race
Stuck in the past f**** with a couple of cla**mates
Puffing the gra** but ain’t got enough in the gas tank
Struggle for cash while i f**** double my fanbase

Now I’m feeling like I’m Biggie in the booth
Diddy would approve how we getting busy with the tunes
Litty with the crew living in a city with a view
What a feeling when you be watching a million accrue
Huh
Got me feeling like a workaholic
Cus i wake up write another verse and maul it
When a hater was telling me that my words appalling
Thats the moment that i knew i found the perfect calling
Yeah

Still selling these tight rhymes and melodies
The rhythm hit your body like 5 lines of ketamine
They only make songs bout white lies and Hennessy
Y’all get it while its good cus hype dies eventually

Drive by the enemy we circling back b**
Leaving you wack rappers in permanent blackness
Try to relax but i rather work up a cla**ic
Cus all my fans itching like I’m serving em crack hits

My sh*t go cataclysmic
I know this gon drive y’all ballistic
Independent we never need no a**istance
Take notes homie then get up out of my business
On the real, y’all are getting ridiculous
Everybody f**** thinking that they one in a million
I don’t wanna make a record though with none of you idiots
Even if you paid a milli I won’t give you the privilege hoe

Y’all looking real broke and needy
I ain’t bout to give none of you f**** Hoes a
Freebe
Y’all are really delusional but you’re mostly greedy
Won't put in the hard work you just hope its easy
Ugh
Lames anxious homie they brains racing
They mad that our music ain’t pulling the same wages
You want my spot lil homie then make changes
But even if you got it you never could maintain it

Im the illest and its self proclaimed
Y’all ain’t rapping about sh*t but the wealth and fame
And the second i spit mine i be belching flames
If I pull up a closed caption it melt ya brain
B**

Sh*ts bigger than a popular rap song
Or all the fake chains you been dropping your cash on
Got an advance homie but its not gonna last long
You better save face like I’m popping a bath-salt

F*** y’all ima keep offending
Every wack a** rapper that feens attention
Just quit and get a job with a decent pension
You’d probably be better off with your dreams neglected

My team finesse dope sh*t and bleed perfection
I don’t give a f*** if i seem pretentious
I beat to death flows with a lethal vengeance
And murder the rap game to relieve my tension