B.o.B - Welcome to the Jungle lyrics

On the battlefield I am not commandeering
The war between the worlds
Time to wield the cannons in
I am out here salamander-ing
They out here slandering
Try to smear nigga’s image down
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
Niggers 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 nigga who say 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 shot 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 he flow you niggers
Know this shit is absurd!
You notice every verb and every
Adjective and every syllable
And why compared to me there
Is nobody who’s identical
Instrumental general, grand hustle admirable
I’m balling 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 gonna run
Fuck life and get high
That’s what I call overcoming 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 sides of you!
Reaching out to other artist 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
Lions don’t eat vegetables
I mean veggies I’m all about my
I don’t smoke and I’m never on a
I’m going full speed
But I don’t know where I’m heading
So keep up my yard and never touch my
I’m on the edge
You should never cross the line
Niggers feel safe when they’re online
I’m about to show what a hell is
So let me do this for East Side bitch on six!
Call it what you want
But real recognize real
So the true niggers don’t even exist!
Ah, grand hustle, it’s BoB
It’s free not a lot of niggers bet
So now we gonna see what’s up and what’s good
Bobby Ray coming to your neighborhood!
Yeah that’s what’s up, good news
Thanks to madailui