B.o.B – Welcome to the Jungle (Freestyle) Lyrics
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 niggas image, damn who’s the camera man?
Where’s the man to man talk
What a fuck? Get up off the nipple, man
Let your momma have a mammogram
Busting like Sammy Sam
Niggas can’t even see me on the beat
Like a blind pianist at a band exam
But fuck a punch line, fuck a metaphor
Fuck the niggas who said that 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 nigga that they love to hate
But they still watch a nigga, and they pay attention more!
Closer to my words, and closer you observe
Trying to decipher the flow you niggas know this shit 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 fuck about your interviews
Niggas 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 fuck the game, the problems gonna come
Back down never, I’m never known to run
Fuck life and get high, that’s what I call overcoming obstacles
Get up off my tosticles, I got this understand 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
I don’t smoke bap and I’m never on the reggie
I’m going full speed, but I don’t know where I’m heading
So keep up off my yard and never touch my hedges
I’m on the edge, you should never cross the line
Niggas feel safe when they’re online
But I’m out here touring, they out here keyboarding
I’m bout to show ya'll what the fuck a high score is
So let me do this for east side bitch
Decatuer GA, camera rolls on six!
Call it what you want, but real recognize real
So to us, niggas don’t even exist!
Ah, Grand Hustle, yeah it’s B.o.B
Said free T.I.P, now the nigga 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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