King of the Jungle

(BandP—) (Drvmlord) Frozone (aim on my neck, made it) So Icy (let the band play) Let's go This rappin' – easy for me like a poem I'm Louis V-ed down to my feet, better watch where you step in this b– 'cause I'm armed Remember they doubted, I break the – out from my neck all way down to my palm I used to make wishes to stars in the sky, now a young n– shine like the sun King of the jungle, I need every crumb Diss on the gang, hit your block with a bomb I got shooters there still like my name Farrakhan I do this s- for my mama, the struggle and hustle, thank God he got me out of the slums Daddy say he ain't raisin' no bummer Now look at your son, yeah, that n– a don Chasin' money like I'm on the run If 12 come and get me, I bet I'll make bond Pillow talkers, I call 'em informants Couple days later, her hands in my garments Save the money in case it get stormy F- off a lot, I admit, but I'm growin' Different shows state to state like I'm tourin' They ain't gon' admit, but I got 'em influenced Never fell off, they ask - what I'm doin' Just stackin' this bread, ain't no feelings I'm showin' Thank God he got me out of the slums B–, Big Grim Reaper Gang Daddy say he ain't raisin' no bummer Now look at your son, yeah, that n– a don (Frozone) King of the jungle, I need every crumb