Vin Jay - King Of The Jungle lyrics

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 till 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 got have been
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 hit's

My shit go cataclysmic
I know this gon' drive y'all ballistic
Independent, we never need no assistance
Take notes homie 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 fuck 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, ugh
Lames anxious, homie they brains racing
They mad that our music ain't
Pulling the same wages you want my spot
Little homie? 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