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norm bates - welcome to the jungle lyrics

[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 n+ggas choose to do or die
f+ck 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 n+ggas 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 b+tch 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]

[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 sh+t 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 h+ll 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]

f+ck y’all n+ggas thought man
welcome to the jungle
(ahh)
welcome to the jungle

- norm bates lyrics

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