Welcome to the Jungle (Freestyle)

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, damn who’s the camera man? Where’s the man to man talk What a fuck? 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 fuck a punch line, fuck a metaphor Fuck the niggas 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 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 fuck 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 fuck the game, the problems gonna come Back down never, I’m never known to run Fuck 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 Niggas 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 fuck a high score is So let me do this for east side bitch Decatuer GA, camera rolls on six! Call it what you want, but real recognize real So to us, 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