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Welcome to the jungle

I now introduce to youYour 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