Welcome To The Jungle

[Intro: Norm Bates]

I mean... some times only the strong survive

And the streets gone test that strength

But when you're born in the struggle and raised with that grit

It builds resistance

[Chorus: Norm Bates]

Welcome to the jungle, where niggas choose to do or die

Fuck being humble, this crown is to prove I'm fly

When people die over this honor, ain't no suicide

Come and cross God and you gone end up being (crucified)

Welcome to the jungle! man the children don't play here

Gotta watch 'em all if you thinking that they care

Welcome to the jungle! yo there's really no games here

Left money in the box and there wasn't no safes near

Welcome to the jungle!

[Verse 1: Conway The Machine]

I could count dope money wearing a blind fold

(Count up) whip a quarter brick up with my eyes closed

My Grandmother used to use the back porch to dry clothes

(Uh huh) road trips to visit my connect my guy drove

(amigo) my life is in living color fly hoes

Dancing at the end of all of my shows (laughs)

White girl's sniffing white like she got a wide nose

The shooter's unalive foes, the money that I hide grows uh

(Talk to these niggas man) the fried red snapper the salmon bake

And the steak (uh huh) all from chopping tan base up on ceramic plates, wait five hundred grams of shake and it's flake

Land O Lakes, the thirty room mansion

And the lake, the Porsche Panamera grape

I treat a bad bitch like Ike Turner with Anna Mae

Who wanna spar a few rounds boy my stamina great

(uh huh) once you get trapped behind these bars you can't escape

[Chorus: Norm Bates]

Welcome to the jungle, where niggas choose to do or die

Fuck being humble, this crown is to prove I'm fly

When people die over this honor, ain't no suicide

Come and cross God and you gone end up being (crucified)

Welcome to the jungle! man the children don't play here

Gotta watch 'em all if you thinking that they care

Welcome to the jungle! yo there's really no games here

Left money in the box and there wasn't no safes near

Welcome to the jungle!

[Verse 2: Norm Bates]

Ain't no pension in the streets, jail or deceased are retire plans

In this cold world it's more than bums that fire cans

Kids are home less being raised by crime fam

When shit Israel ain't no Gaza say that Iran

Too much pride don't cherish your life

Know he doing wrong but he's still repping for Christ

Listen Norm you know I'm very precise

So I'm cool going to Hell Jesus piece on buried with ice

I'm like chill, had to laugh at that, dancing with the devil is the

Habitat with two arms up, you'll get your cabbage patched

King of the jungle, I'm Barzan of this rapitat

Con's the machine see gasoline and go match for match

If it ain't 38 or ran you can't impress the cru

So I don't want smoke from you rappers, unless it's Snoop

I squeeze cans and pop eyes tryna Veg the bull

I been the truth that's why I keep my mic in a confession booth

The jungle!

[Outro: Norm Bates]

Fuck y'all niggas thought man

Welcome to the jungle

(Ahh)

Welcome to the jungle