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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 |