| I told G «Yo G, I feel OG, like I’m an OG, homie
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| Oh yeah, they know me but they don’t know me
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| You know how that be, homie»
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| They think it’s so sweet
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| They see my tweets and where I be goin'
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| They kept my vine every once in a while and figured that rain would be blowin'
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| I wish they knew it, mama is a widow
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| Still goin' through it and my step-dad passed
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| I woulda never knew it
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| I’m still right here, tryna influence
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| Work through the pain, give it all to the King
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| I ain’t bein' my thing, man, I’m doin' his plan
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| I’m grown, grown man with a fam
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| I’m on, me and the whole clan 'cause
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| The foundation’s concrete, the jungle’s waitin' for me
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| There’s no church in the wild, well here I am for these pagans to see
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| Yeah, I’m in the jungle humbly rumblin' with the blood of the covenant
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| From the dead I am comin'
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| And with the
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| To the love of the Rock
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| For the love of the Rock
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| You can love it or not
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| Mali-mali-mali-mali-malibongwe
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| Mali-mali-mali-mali-malibongwe
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| That’s the sound of them boys in the jungle, uh
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| They tryna hustle to make it outta the jungle, yeah
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| Mali-mali-mali-mali-malibongwe
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| Mali-mali-mali-mali-malibongwe
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| That’s the sound of them boys in the jungle, uh
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| They tryna rumble 'cause it’s a power struggle, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, uh
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| These days everybody on a power trip
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| Devour that, devour this
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| Not a sour lip on my crew
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| Skyward to earth and we move
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| Louder than a mountain, cave in that room
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| From the moon to the tomb we are consumed with dreams
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| To set the world ablaze all like a lase' and praise You
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| But how many really know what power is?
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| 'Cause power ain’t how a coward lives
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| Want it quick like Usain Bolt, drunk off the power
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| When the power’s lit
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| It ain’t just actin' faint or actin' a fool with no restraint
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| So we’re movin' on these cats like progress our work in the paint, what?
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| Evil is alive, alive and I seen it with my eyes, eyes
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| Still all that I despise, it poised to me, myself and I, I
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| So I try to turn from these lies
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| And burn it all like a klepto
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| Gotta let it loose and just let go
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| Don’t stress though, I’m blessed though
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| Mali-mali-mali-mali-malibongwe
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| Mali-mali-mali-mali-malibongwe
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| That’s the sound of them boys in the jungle, uh
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| They tryna hustle to make it outta the jungle, yeah
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| Mali-mali-mali-mali-malibongwe
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| Mali-mali-mali-mali-malibongwe
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| That’s the sound of them boys in the jungle, uh
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| They tryna rumble 'cause it’s a power struggle, yeah |