YoungBoy Never Broke Again - King Of The Jungle lyrics

(Dramatic, nigga)
Let's just compare the rap game to the jungle
When we come through (17)
I'm pounding on my chest like King Kong
(Ayy, ayy)
These other niggas turn into circus freaks
(D-Roc, Gangsta Grizillz)

Now I'm ready to rumble
I'm the king of the jungle (YB)
I just entered the game and I'm goin' to
Halftime with a whole lot of pointers
I ain't finish school
Mama had nothin' to say
Still got up, I got it either way
Took the time off for to train my faith
Fugazi, that's all that I'm seein' these days
My house big and it's sittin' on a mountain

Oh, it is? Got 'em all mad, sittin', poutin'
Real deal slime, let me tell you about it, oh
My carpet Roberto Cavalli, let's do it
I stay with that syrup in my body
Let's do it
Stackin' it up, I won't fumble, I gain
That's a whole lot of blue money, oh man

Can't forget I spent the same on a ring
She never once by herself bought a thing
She want Celine and that's just a small thing
Havin' it, tappin' it, bought a 4Matic key
Fresh at night, I pull up in a Bally fit
Fresh as fuck
I look like that I'm servin' kis
Stay with a P, come from chasin' my
Dream, now I'm livin' this shit
Got more water than sea
Got more tardies than me
How the fuck you expect you better?
I'm the slimest thing 'round here
A real stepper
Real main man when you comin' from the street
Same amount of cars as the tax company
Get off house arrest, in the Nawf I'll be
In the Nawf I'll die i ain't with the façade
In my granddaddy house
But he moved out and I'll forever reside
Put the sticks in the yard

Now I'm ready to rumble
I'm the king of the jungle
I just entered the game and I'm goin' to
Halftime with a whole lot of pointers
I ain't finish school
Mama had nothin' to say
Still got up, I got it either way
Took the time off for to train my faith
Fugazi, that's all that I'm seein' these days
My house big and it's sittin' on a mountain
Control the compound
Oh, it is? Got 'em all mad, sittin', poutin'
Real deal slime, let me tell you about it, oh
My carpet Roberto Cavalli, let's do it
I stay with that syrup in my body
Let's do it
Stackin' it up, I won't fumble, I gain
That's a whole lot of blue money, oh man

Cavalli my carpets, Chanel in my sheets
Shiny lil' finish, spend racks on a piece
I ain't talkin' 'bout jewelry, my
Nigga, I'm talkin' 'bout art
I'm just watchin' my value increase
King of my home, all hail to me
At the crib, as you see
My lil' girl bring me peace
I came up, I achieved, I roll up and I chief

Your majesty, I'm your highness
The diamonds I rock the finest
Eight thousand square feet, can't find me
What the fuck? Tryna find where my mind went
No miles on the Bentley
Ain't no need for to drive
At the dirt bike track, Husqvarna, Kawasaki
I'm alone, I ain't friendly
I ain't tryna be your partner
All red everything, all B's in the castle

Now I'm ready to rumble
I'm the king of the jungle
I just entered the game and I'm goin' to
Halftime with a whole lot of pointers
I ain't finish school
Mama had nothin' to say
Still got up, I got it either way
Took the time off for to train my faith
Fugazi, that's all that I'm seein' these days
My house big and it's sittin' on a mountain
Control the compound
Oh, it is? Got 'em all mad, sittin', poutin'
Real deal slime, let me tell you about it, oh
My carpet Roberto Cavalli, let's do it
I stay with that syrup in my body
Let's do it
Stackin' it up, I won't fumble, I gain
That's a whole lot of blue money, oh man

(Gangsta Grizillz)
These niggas be tellin' false tales
Lion kings you not seein' YB in the jungle