Testo Welcome to the Jungle - B.o.B
Testo della canzone Welcome to the Jungle (B.o.B), tratta dall'album EPIC: Every Play Is Crucial
On the battlefield, I am the commander and
The war between the worlds, time to wheel the cannons in
I'm out here salamandering, they out here slandering
Trying to smear a nigga image, damn, who's the camera man?
Where's the man to man talk? What the 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 punchline, 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 the shock jock
Get up off my cock, put the mic down, you're looking 64
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's absurd
You notice every verb and adjective and every syllable
And why compared to me there is nobody who's identical
Instrumental general, Grand Hustle emerald
I'm balling over here, give a fuck about your interview
Niggas talk, hoes too
But they know I'm one of the coldest overall in general
The more I ball, the more the haters run
When you fuck the game, the problems gon' come
Back down never, I'm never known to run
Fuck life and get high, that's what I call over
Com-ing obstacles, get up off my testicles
I got this under control, I'm calling 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 to 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 verstables
I mean veggies, I'm all about my hitties
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 headed
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 online
But I'm out here touring, they out here keyboarding
I'm bout to show you what the fuck a high score is
So let me do this for Eastside, bitch
Decatur, GA, Candler Road, Zone 6
Call it what you want, but real recognize real
So to us, you niggas don't even exist
Grand Hustle, it's B.o.B
Set free T.I.P, now the nigga back, now we gon' see
What's up and what's good
Bobby Ray coming to your neighborhood
Strange Clouds dropping soon
Credits
Writer(s): Swizz Beatz
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