Welcome To The Jungle – B.o.B – letras

On the battlefield I am the commander inThe war between the worlds, time to wheel the cannons inI’m out here salamanderingThey out here slanderingTry to smear a niggas image down, damn who’s the camera man?Where’s the man to man talkWhat a f-ck? Get up off the nipple, manLet your momma have a mammogram,Busting like Sammy SamNiggas can’t even see me on the beatLike a blind pianist at a band examBut f-ck a punch line, f-ck a metaphorF-ck the niggas who said they wasn’t feeling me beforeLife 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 shock 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 hateBut they still watch a nigga, and they pay attention more!Closer to my words, and closer you observeTrying to decipher the flow you niggas know this shit is absurd!You notice every verb and adjective and every syllableAnd why compare to me there is nobody who’s identicalInstrumental general, Grand Hustle emeraldI’m ballin’ over here, give a f-ck about your interviewsNiggas talk, hoes too, but they know I’m one of the coldest overall and generalThe more I ball the more the haters runWhen you f-ck the game, the problems gonna comeBack down never, I’m never known to runF-ck life and get high, that’s what I call overcoming obstaclesGet up of my tosticles, I got the sun to controlI’m callin’ audibles, I know what I gotta doWhen you travel on this road, man after a whileNobody’s either on the side of youReaching out the other artists for a wider viewIn reality artists just don’t have the time for youIt is what it is, I don’t take it personalBut it’s a jungle out, and lions don’t eat vegetables.I mean veggies, I’m all about myI don’t smoke and I’m never on the reggieI’m going full speed, but I don’t know where I’m headingSo keep up my yard and never touch my hedgesI’m on the edge, you should never cross the lineNiggas feel safe when they’re onlineBut I’m out here touring, they out here keyboardingI’m bout to show what the f-ck a high score isSo let me do this for east side bitchDecatuer Ga, on six!Call it what you want, but real recognize realSo the hush niggas don’t even exist!Ah, Grand Hustle, yeah it’s B.o.BSaid free T.I.P, now the nigga backSo now we gonna see what’s up and what’s goodBobby Ray coming to your neighborhood!Strange Clouds, dropping soonYeah that’s what’s up, good news.