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[Hook: Jon Bellion]
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When the lions come and they turn to fight
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Will you lose your soul? will you lose your pride?
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Cause the only thing they need is to smell a drop of fear inside
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When the lions come, will you turn to fight?
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[Verse 1: C Dot Castro]
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Yeah, they tried to stop me
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Tried to box me in the ring but I'm rocky
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Indeed I'mma rumble
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If the lions come I am, uh
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Gonna be deemed new king of the jungle
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I came from the bottom where it's not a problem
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You know they got iron and chrome
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And they firing at domes
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And they hold more grams than retirement homes
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I made it out all on my own, the homies know I was alone
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But they be calling my phone, if they need some money
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In other words I was a loan, now I'm in the zone
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Should have been another statistic
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But I said fuck it I'll risk it
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Looked death right in the face and I kissed it
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No evidence and no trace of the lipstick
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Now ain't nobody gonna stop me now
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Ain't nobody gonna knock me down
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I'm from the school of the hard knocks breaking doors down they trynna lock me out
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If you stayed to fight then you might have won
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But they caught your ass cause you tried to run
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Me, Jon B, Blaque Keyz, in a fighting stance when the lions come
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[Hook: Jon Bellion]
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When the lions come and they turn to fight
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Will you lose your soul? will you lose your pride?
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Cause the only thing they need is to smell a drop of fear inside
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When the lions come, will you turn to fight?
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[Verse 2: Logic]
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Yeah, lemme get it like this lemme rip it
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Like this so sick don't spit
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I vomit, bomb it, wearing the freshest of garments
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Blowing up yeah we the bombest
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Never cocky i'm just honest, reppin' artanis, woah
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Maryland what I be reppin' the second I step in,
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I murder like weapon
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Let me bring the tech and I'll hit ya like tekken, I'm gone
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Whatever record I'm on, I just wreck it and I'm gone
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R-A-Double T -P-A-C-K, V's up, all day, yeah we do it our way
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I push white keys like Beethoven, while blaque keyz drop 16's,
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Like the sistine, that's so mean
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Hell yeah that's so clean
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Can I get it, Lemme get it, I got to get it
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I got to spit it from the heart, lemme tear it apart
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Living the real life, everybody want to wonder what it feel like
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Rock with a drop top, living on top, lemme get it
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I get ready to pop, when they bopping they head
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When they rocking' the bed
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If I couldn't do this then I'd be dead
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[Hook: Jon Bellion]
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When the lions come and they turn to fight
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Will you lose your soul? will you lose your pride?
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Cause the only thing they need is to smell a drop of fear inside
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When the lions come, will you turn to fight?
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[Verse 3: Blaque Keyz]
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Man it's unreasonable to think that Keyz won't leave MC's extinct
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I never had a reason to, until now to get that spear and hit that Jeep?
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See me swerving like Steve Irwin through herds of nervous MC's
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I sink my teeth in their verses, each feature becomes a feast
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Lay back, relax in my den, get paid from the royalties
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And bring it back to the pack and just let my family eat
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I'm a predator on this beat, every metaphor is my prey
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My roar rumbles your feet, I'll place your head on my tray
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I'm letting your girl pat me, run fingers all through my mane
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The pride of a dying breed with ferocity in my veins
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At the top of the food chain, the philosophy is the same
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So live properly, so one day they won't throw you in no cage
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Keyz is king of the jungle no rumbling with the snakes
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You running when I'm on the prowl, I pounce you can't keep the pace
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You know I've been earning stripes, got zebra print on my face
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Got to make it apart of ya
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See the world through my wardrobe like Narnia |
