[Chorus]
Lions in the jungle, going in for the kill
Number five with the mambo, demi-sec finna chill
N***as in the club better keep their distance
Oh it's finna go down for real
This is for my gintsas with their fist up
You gon' touch my blood for real
You gon' touch my blood for real
You gon' touch my blood for real
You gon' touch my blood for real
You gon' touch my blood for real

[Verse 1]
They told me to relax, I massage my own ego
Started me a band then clocked guitar hero
Brassie van die Kaap we're not from Mondeo
People of the south they bump... not Migos
I swim in the tank with sharks and not nemos
Evil people who act like Don Cheadle
I can smell a rat that acts as strong deo'
How we get the banks and land from white people?
Zeros
Pre '94 I was laanie, post '94, kwenzakalani?
Grand folks voted for the party
That threw us in the garbage
Mmusi Maimane say that we're the next Zimbabwe
All I see is Zimbali from my suite in Dubane
[Chorus]
Lions in the jungle (Jungle)
Going in for the kill (In for the kill)
Number five with the mambo (Mambo)
Demi-sec finna chill
N***as in the club better keep their distance
Or it's finna go down for real (It's going down)
This is for my gintsas with their fist up
You gon' touch my blood for real
You gon' touch my blood for real (Yeah-yeah)
You gon' touch my blood for real (Yeah-yeah)
You gon' touch my blood for real (Yeah-yeah)
You gon' touch my blood for real

[Verse 2]
Young Forbes get the cheese
White boys finna freeze
Tracksuit in the boardroom
Hundred bands in the keys
Ever since I blew up, I feel like I'm 2Pac
They gon' give me group love like I'm Dru Hill
Sleeping in the bed with my current mami game
And I'm thinking 'bout who I'm gon' text, Blue tick
Is you gon' get the new Buscemis?
Ooh shame, who finna washa you lames?
I'll be gone in a minute
Touch down with the bus down, the sky is the limit
From the start to the finish keep God in my heart
And my dogs go to heaven
[Chorus]
Lions in the jungle (Jungle)
Going in for the kill (In for the kill)
Number five with the mambo (Mambo)
Demi-sec, finna chill
N***as in the club better keep their distance
Or it's finna go down for real (It's going down)
This is for my gintsas with their fist up
You gon' touch my blood for real
You gon' touch my blood for real
You gon' touch my blood for real
You gon' touch my blood for real
You gon' touch my blood for real

[Verse 3]
Way before I got my Rands up
Teachers would tell me to pull my pants up
Parents evening was a disaster
Show me love, show me love
Been blowing up like Samsung
Even had the brush cut something like Samson
I was in the classroom dreaming up anthems
Now they see the tattoos then they get asthma
Tell me I'm handsome, tell me I'm cool
Tell me everybody else been old news
Tell me what's happening, what happened to the passion?
What happened to the soul food?
Everybody living with their nose down, caught up in their mobile
Tryna act brand new (Shuu)
I guess a man gotta do what he gotta do
[Chorus]
Lions in the jungle (Jungle)
Going in for the kill (In for the kill)
Number five with the mambo (Mambo)
Demi-sec, finna chill
N***as in the club better keep their distance
Or it's finna go down for real (It's going down)
This is for my gintsas with their fist up
You gon' touch my blood for real
You gon' touch my blood for real
You gon' touch my blood for real
You gon' touch my blood for real
You gon' touch my blood for real