Welcome To The Jungle
Lyrics B.o.B

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On the battlefield I am the commander in
The war between the worlds, time to wheel the cannons in
I'm out here salamandering, they out here slandering
Try to smear a n*gga's image down, damn who's the camera man?
Where's the man to man talk
What a f*ck? Get up off the nipple, man
Let your momma have a mammogram,
Busting like Sammy Sam
N*ggas can't even see me on the beat
Like a blind pianist at a band exam
But f*ck a punch line, f*ck a metaphor
F*ck the n*ggas who said they wasn't feeling me before
Life is like a movie, I just write the score,
Let me dumb it down, maybe you can understand me more!
I got no time for this shock jock, get up above my cock,
Put the mic down, you're looking sixty four!
I'm guessing I'm the n*gga that they love to hate
But they still watch a n*gga, and they pay attention more!
Closer to my words, and closer you observe
Trying to decipher the flow you n*ggas know this sh*t is absurd!
You notice every verb and adjective and every syllable
And why compare to me there is nobody who's identical
Instrumental general, Grand Hustle emerald
I'm ballin' over here, give a f*ck about your interviews
N*ggas talk, hoes too, but they know I'm one of the coldest overall and general
The more I ball the more the haters run
When you f*ck the game, the problems gonna come
Back down never, I'm never known to run
F*ck life and get high, that's what I call overcoming obstacles
Get up of my tosticles, I got the sun to control
I'm callin' audibles, I know what I gotta do
When you travel on this road, man after a while
Nobody's on the either side of you
Reaching out the other artists for a wider view
In reality artists just don't have the time for you
It is what it is, I don't take it personal
But it's a jungle out, and lions don't eat vegetables.
I mean veggies, I'm all about my heddies
I don't smoke bath and I'm never on the reggie
I'm going full speed, but I don't know where I'm heading
So keep up my yard and never touch my hedges
I'm on the edge, you should never cross the line
N*ggas feel safe when they're online
But I'm out here touring, they out here keyboarding
I'm bout to show you what the f*ck a high score is
So let me do this for east side b*tch
Decatur GA, Canaro zone six!
Call it what you want, but real recognize real
So the hush you n*ggas don't even exist!
Ah, Grand Hustle, yeah it's B.o.B
Said free T.I.P, now the n*gga back
So now we gonna see what's up and what's good
Bobby Ray coming to your neighborhood!
Strange Clouds, dropping soon
Yeah that's what's up, good news.

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