Myke Drey - Streets of the jungle lyrics

[Verse 1: Myke Drey] I put my heart into this game and lit it so bright, 'em n***as are now rocking shades Cutting sh** up like a blade, I'm tearing it down while watching the crowd shouting Drey And I ain't bragging 'bout sh** 'Cause this here is real like those Carvelas at Spitz These homies ain't docs, but I tell 'em I'm sick Like the patient at the hospital, take cover when I spit Although this ish ain't really so contagious "Danger Gevaar" so you know this flow's so dangerous I'm a bully in this place, I own the playground And music that I make, makes rappers wanna make House Stay out, like a bad dog My n***as bite me sometimes, just call 'em mad dogs But I can't blame 'em, I put spice on all my rap songs Not tryna peek on anything, I just always stand tall Get yourself a sad song, I'm 'bout to break you up with a hoe named rap You'll never hear a sane n***a say "Drey's whack" It just doesn't exist, like "2Pac came back" b**hes want more of me, I guess I came fast Men's clinic, you know I'm I'll Get a lie detector test so you know I'm real If I was in the states, you know I would cop a deal from Hov But where I am, they know I just got some sk**s to show [Hook: Myke Drey] I know the streets is bad like Jumping on a busy road on a red-light Even the kings of the hustle Know I'm a beast in the streets of the jungle Even the kings of the hustle Know I'm a beast in the streets of the jungle So they can bet I'm a winner I'm coming home, save me bread for the dinner [Verse 2: Myke Drey] p**y n***as wanna hate But I'm as hard as a rotten bun, they softer than a cake Their lines are older than slates They make em local, and when they hear mine, they say I order from the States These record labels finna come for me But I don't wanna work there, I wanna run the company I know that sitting behind a desk is my destiny Clicking pens and signing checks, nobody question me! Putting rap on a stream that nobody ever seen I'm Nelson on all these beats setting err body free From all this garbage that these n***as call rap You say she loves you, but she's sending me a callback Now what you call that? I got a b**h, so tell your hoe to fallback Cos what I'mma do to her gon leave her shocked like Paul's d**h I'm all strapped up for that cookie I'll hit it all over, you won't even know that it's a p**y [Hook: Myke Drey] I know the streets is bad like Jumping on a busy road on a red-light Even the kings of the hustle Know I'm a beast in the streets of the jungle Even the kings of the hustle Know I'm a beast in the streets of the jungle So they can bet I'm a winner I'm coming home, save me bread for the dinner [Verse 3: Myke Drey] Of all the joints in my tape, this one is my favourite Because I say the things about my future like I made it Through to the playlist of every hip hop lover in the nation Anticipation; this is my medication I take it everyday with a bottle of patience Powerful combination just like Fish and Chips Or dicks and chicks I'm on a different tip in this game, I'm flinching on the edge of a mountain And hoping if I fall down, I land in a fountain full of that old man's face Until then, my pockets are empty and everything I utter is just a broken phrase So I'll wait, until I legally own this game like EA I am the best, I'mma say it 'til it's a cliche 'Til the bosses and big dudes are feeling what we say The pressure is on! Will I make them wanna replay My precious songs? Or are they just gonna skip Drey? f** it! I know my music's dope anyway [Hook: Myke Drey] I know the streets is bad like Jumping on a busy road on a red-light Even the kings of the hustle Know I'm a beast in the streets of the jungle Even the kings of the hustle Know I'm a beast in the streets of the jungle So they can bet I'm a winner I'm coming home, save me bread for the dinner