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letra de king of the jungle - swang inc.

into:

sssshhhh
quiet in the booth

verse 1:

hear my name in the streets all around town
i’m the king of the jungle, n-gg- bow down
everything that i got, got on my own
built my own crown and built my own thrown
n-gg-s laughed in my face and they called me lame
threw dirt in my eyes and on my name
dusted myself off, went to the laboratory
lights dim, mic on, listen to my story
grew up a smart kid, making straight a’s
kool aid, cartoons, making smart plays
always planning for the future n-gg- f-ck a past
daddy said if you ain’t first – then you’re last
started off small then i had to run it up
learned to stunt by drinking juice from a doublecup
never gave up, cause i didn’t have a reason
take notes, listen up, this is my season

hook:

prayers go up
them blessings come down
i heard you reap what you sow
yea it comes back around
when i walk in the room
people hear trumpet sounds
don’t you dare play with the king
he’ll lay that -ss down

verse 2:

when i turned 16 everything changed
not the same average kid from average lane
og 3 4 kept my by his side
i guess you call that hipped to gang
not hipped to game but to hipped to gang
not scoring touchdowns but snatching chains
no more being broke or being called lame
everyday, 2nd street, shooting with gang
went to the mall, copped some aviator shades
later came some new j’s and a fresh fade
had to off a n-gg- over a game of spades
he was acting like roach so i got the raid
live by the gun hoping i don’t see the light
anybody f-ck with gang we gone have to fight
haters hate to see you shining cause you shining bright
blind folks only see me cause i give em sight

hook:

verse 3:

say my name in the street like concrete
n-gg-s stand ten toes down
we don’t give a f-ck
we can really go a hundred rounds
till my boy stand tall or a n-gg- fall down

got d-mn let me chill from the block
we started from the bottom
tryna head to the top
told my momma gotta make it to the top
if that money dont pop, he gone fold then stop
i got the blood running through my motherf-ckin veins
l-i-l dont for get the rest of the name
a-c-e from the 334 with a 4-6
boy tuskegee you ain’t know
got a city on my back, like i’m tryna run track
can you p-ss the blunt man like im running that
botuns in my hand like i still run track
first place never last n-gg- that been a fact
since way back when, i was chillin myquin
r-i-p to some of my friends
its still free my n-gg- j-man
but j and doss started back from the sin
can i please run out

- swang inc

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