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Ryan Oakes

Jungle

 

Jungle


New age, a new God, a new wave
Its a new page, a new spark, a new face
I'm a doomsday to fruitcakes and dudes paid
Spitting wack shit, I go bash shit, I hope that you prey'd
Cause we ain't follow anything you paved
And we ain't buying any shit that you make
Everybody hopping on the crusade
Fucking with the boy all these other rappers two faced
Everybody playing karaoke
Half they shit is written by they homie's
And anybody claiming that they know me
Better not be afraid of nosebleeds
Been broke, I been bent but I'm set straight
Said I'd spit dope, and shit meant I'm the next great
All my shits dope, and its lit now I get less hate
If I don't blow then I'm taking the route of Kim K

Cause man I been through decades of struggle
Just tryna keep myself outta trouble
And every single time that I stumbled
I knew that there was light after the tunnel
So everytime you think I'm gonna crumble
Man you won't ever hear me yelling uncle
And you won't ever see my staying humble
Fuck that shit bitch welcome to the jungle

Kid I'm aboutta, bust necks, and cut checks, and fuck yes
We been up next, you love less get gut checked
In the cut yes, we up blessed encompass
All the roughness, with justice eruptions
Ain't nobody catching up to me boy
Fake friends they nothing but a decoy
Wanna talk shit then the gang deployed
Feel the recoil in yo girlfriends knee joints
Its me boy, I'm here to stay, they hate that
Said I'd he broke, I'm getting paid, that's pay back
Bitch you know Oakes gon' get his way and then lay back
Watching shit blow on you unoriginal lame acts
Face facts, your times up, my times now
Making eight racks to rise up and grind out
Rappers hate that, my grinds up, they rhymes down
When they spit like they tryna rhyme with a dry mouth

Man I been through decades of struggle
Just tryna keep myself outta trouble
And every single time that I stumbled
I knew that there was light after the tunnel
So everytime you think I'm gonna crumble
Man you won't ever hear me yelling uncle
And you won't ever see my staying humble
Fuck that shit bitch welcome to the jungle

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