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