Kenny Soul - Jumanji lyrics

[Hook: Kenny Soul] They gon' s** you in like Jumanji I can't roll the dice for you They gon' pull you in to the jungle We gon' put the price on you They gon' take you straight to the edge Hit you over the head Welcome to the Bronx Zoo If you looking food then we gonna get fed [Verse 1: Kenny Soul] Oh so you a lion? Chillen with gorillas and concealers for the k**ers leave you laying if you lying Paying if you buying But if your credit debted get embedded in the lining all these body bags are shining You got a bright future Snakes on the mind get reduced like medusa I be draggin' like yakuza Drag you through the mud like a cooler You gon' need some ice once your stretched out the ring like a j**eler Call me Jacob I could hold the cake up cuz this dough my makeup Every night I sleep and wake up taking aim like Rick the ruler flexing? why you making rumors Children story's don't amuse us you a burger like a junior I'm the national consumer I don't eat beef I cuz i don't beef no h*mo tho I don't eat the beef cuz I'm getting chicken like Cuomo tho, non-affiliated but n***a we made it work flow n***a we made the work flow n***a we got the work sold! [Hook X2: Kenny Soul] [Verse 2: Kenny Soul] Growing up its hard to turn away from grimy sh** Like when you late and you don't want to know what time it is we from the jungle with some n***as in the zoo Tryna duck a bracelet like we don't know where our Swarovski is See we was ducking with the Cajun ducking with the bacon But ducking never turned you to a swan with pigs We were potential less Food for press at the best Now it's chess moving queens with the checks Homie hold up this the lick for n***as to pour up Homie slow up this the weed for n***as to roll up Man I haven't done a drug for a year Run for year but roads are forking like I'm cooking the dope up Im bout to turn right in we hold the juice like gin And coming in and out of delis like a cold cut We digging in and out bellies like a tum-tuck We moving baggies out the alleys like a dump truck Whattup! [Hook X2: Kenny Soul] [Verse 3: Kenny Soul] Make no mistake! This the school of hard knocks 3 am Flashlights and bpm's Pulsing through your veins like you Molly'd off of EDM Hard to catch me in a pin hard to catch me with the pen Hard enough for all these BJ's like my name is pen You strung like a violin We sure to stretch you out like a hyphen insert Get your work wet lurk like leviathan Turnt watch the tire spin cool but way too deep so let me try again Nas taught me the matics WU gave me schematics BIG gave me the swag and Pun made me the baddest Mentors I never met before I was mentored Messages they never sent before I was sent for And Jesus never thought the he could change what he's best for Until he wore a cross that showed the world what his chest saw and Christ could empathize cuz he evolved what his mind saw to picking up a cross and carpentering Divine law! [Hook X2: Kenny Soul]