King of the Jungle

Yeah Welcome to the jungle I now introduce to you Your one and only true king Look Make room for the king of the jungle I was staking the game out and witnessed it crumble Now it's different, it got me livid, I'm itching to rumble And I won't quit 'til all of you bitches are humbled, ugh Better come with a next-level approach 'Cause you know I never settle my vendettas alone I'm just better than most, the best ever, the GOAT If I'm truly being honest, the rest never were close They can tell that I come with the ambition For turning a rap dream right into a damn living Advanced writtens I gotta be 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, fucking with a couple of classmates Puffing the grass but ain't got enough in the gas tank Struggle for cash while I fuck double my fan base 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 'Cause I wake up, write another verse and maul it When a hater was telling me that my words appalling That's the moment that I knew I found the perfect calling, yeah Still selling these tight rhymes and melodies The rhythm hit your body like five lines of ketamine They only make songs 'bout white lies and Hennessy Y'all get it while it's good 'cause hype dies eventually Drive by the enemy, we circling back, bitch Leaving you wack rappers in permanent blackness Try to relax but I rather work up a classic 'Cause all my fans itching like I'm serving 'em crack hits (woo) My shit go cataclysmic I know this gon' drive y'all ballistic Independent, we never need no assistance Take notes hommie then get up out of my business On the real, y'all are getting ridiculous Everybody fucking 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 fucking hoes a freebie Y'all are really delusional but you're mostly greedy Won't put in the hard work you just hope it's easy, uh Lames anxious, hommie they brains racing They mad that our music ain't pulling the same wages You want my spot, little hommie? Then make changes But even if you got it, you never could maintain it I'm the illest and it's self-proclaimed Y'all ain't rapping about shit 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, bitch Shit's bigger than a popular rap song Or all the fake chains you been dropping your cash on Got an advance homie, but it's not gonna last long You better save face like I'm popping a bath salt Fuck y'all, I'ma keep offending Every wack-ass rapper that fiends 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 shit and bleed perfection I don't give a fuck if I seem pretentious I beat to death flows with a lethal vengeance And murder the rap game to relieve my tension