B SIDE II: run thru the jungle Lyrics

Look:

They wanna know how I rap the best

Coldest flow, holy roll

Aint dropped the album yet

I'll write it in a poem, how I slice like a bayonet

Nice, smoke em all, just like I'm pullin on a cigarette

I play by my own metrics

Stay pennin top notch

Lay the rhymes down, have your girl take her top off (HA)

Laughin only cause they think I'm rich, but I never claimed that

I only said I'm shit

Light the green up and take em for a ride, straight pimpin

Triple one two, played it true to the vision

Young bry, gliding for a legacy mission,

Livin so high, while I rap in my kitchen

Shit

You think I give a fuck competition?

Google searchin rhymes to match mine, ass kissin so they feel so fly

Feel like they really did it,

But they can't match bry,

If the lines nice they mine

If it rhymes right I might give em props but we all know

Who really made a wave so they can say:

"I built my own flow!" but fuck man, I know that you didn't better

Keep searchin google for a sign of any fuck that I'm givin

Don't mean to sound cocky but it's hard to be humble

When the man who can't step had to run through the jungle

I had a switch blade with me case I got into trouble

But when I made it to the lions den, all the animals mumbled:

We been waitin on ya, prayin on ya, blessed a plate, filleted a great white great white shark

Who kept dissin

He didn't seem to get that

Just cause you can't step

Don't mean

You ain't the nicest motherfucker that the worlds ever seen

Now feast on this peon who doubted your pen,

CP means you're tight, so stay dope stay blessed,

And we'll make sure the people always know you're the best

Nobody in the world'll ever doubt you again

Ha, Nice