Ziploc City - RUMBLE IN THE JUNGLE

Not too many niggas can do this
I've been hot, niggas can't keep up, you're stupid
Foolish, you see the needle and don't move it
A nigga with an attitude, ruthless
I'm not on a block with fools that don't do shit
I don't run around with hoes that act clueless
See me brother, pardon the left, In my movements
You really couldn't hate on me brother, cause I'm you

The name is City, and I'm far from sadiddy
I'm raising my daughter, she's so pretty
If it's scaling 1 to 10, I bet 50
You gotta be close to the team to get near me, You hear me?
You need another helping hand to swing on
I stand alone but still you gotta bring on your Batman, Robin, Stabler, Olivia
Either way you put it man, I'm bound to get rid of ya

And if I may make this one thing here clear
That's for you not to come near
Period, niggas be fronting, and so delirious
Now turn my shit up, I know you're feeling it
Killing it, consistent with the flow, I'm not drillin shit
Even if I did, I know a nigga Would be ill at it
Only getting started, you should see what I can do with this

I tossed an LP to the side, to go through with this
and you can't play me baby, I'm not new to this
World Famous, I got a view for this
World Famous, give me the cue for this
Gahdamn it, I'm in the booth again
Feel good don't it
Take my time to the ring just to smoke my opponent
Then I get a couple papers, just to smoke my opponent, and I float
Ghost

Written by:
DIMETRIUS HUDSON

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