[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