Wild Kingdom man, Wild Kingdom man, Wild Kingdom man, Wild Kingdom man. I'm a beast, that's a fact. That's Bronx bred, the age with the strap. Wild Kingdom logo on my hat. Yeah, **** gold plated, rings around your neck, ten carat. Stone cold barbaric, I'm a savage. Straight out the field, dude. I come from the hoodies, the dungarees, the scuffs on my field boots. I learned the game in the wastelands, champion sweatsuit, Motorola clipped in my waistband. Grinding in these streets, the wrist work, they know me. I spend a yard, nights to a perfect circle, homie. I'm focused, see you not as dope as me. I take a little off the cut and raise the potency. Look, my flow gnarly, hard as my balls be. You don't want the beef, stake the Charlie's, the all-beefs. Snub your whole set, don't you tempt me. I have 'em leaning like fiends that high up, pretend sleep.

Weigh the goods, a doobie, shoot the five, a sluggy. You know, the heavy shake and string a bell hustle. I hit my head right, was on that bag, eight-nine. I make the yay dance in water like it's rag night.

Weigh the goods, a doobie, shoot the five, a sluggy. You know, the heavy shake and string a bell hustle. I hit my head right, was on that bag, eight-nine. I make the yay dance in water like it's rag night.

All kinds of bluffing, I don't condone stunning. Whip the cold cane up in the pot like a stew song. Beast on stove top, arms for certain, dude. Make the oil drop like the top of a convertible. A lot of bars is average, I'm a complete savage. Exact the razor flow, I cut through the toughest fabrics. Listen, I'll do mine, just do yours. I came a long way from spending yards blowing new paws, for look. Talking reckless on the ground like you made man. You hustling in the cold, snowed up on the sway towns.

Yeah, y'all lying about them kids. We put the boots in the dirt, we looking for them deeds.

Weigh the goods, a doobie, shoot the five, a sluggy. You know, the heavy shake and string a bell hustle. I hit my head right, was on that bag, eight-nine. I make the yay dance in water like it's rag night.

Weigh the goods, a doobie, shoot the five, a sluggy. You know, the heavy shake and string a bell hustle. I hit my head right, was on that bag, eight-nine. I make the yay dance in water like it's rag night.

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