Jon Bellion - When The Lions Come lyrics

rate me

When the lions come and they turn to fight

Will you lose your soul? Will you lose your pride?

‘Cause the only thing they need is to smell a drop of fear inside

When the lions come, will you turn to fight?

Yeah, they tried to stop me

Tried to box me in the ring but I'm rocky

Indeed I'mma rumble

If the lions come I am, uh

Gonna be deemed new king of the jungle

I came from the bottom where it's not a problem

You know they got iron and chrome

And they firing at domes

And they hold more grams than retirement homes

I made it out all on my own

The homies know I was alone

But they be calling my phone if they need some money

In other words I was a loan

Now I'm in the zone

Should have been another statistic

But I said fuck it I'll risk it

Looked death right in the face and I kissed it

No evidence and no trace of the lipstick

Now ain't nobody gonna stop me now

Ain't nobody gonna knock me down

I'm from the school of the hard knocks breaking doors down they trynna lock me out

If you stayed to fight then you might have won

But they caught your ass ‘cause you tried to run

Me, Jon B, Blaque Keyz, in a fighting stance when the lions come

When the lions come and they turn to fight

Will you lose your soul? Will you lose your pride?

‘Cause the only thing they need is to smell a drop of fear inside

When the lions come, will you turn to fight?

Yeah, let me get it like this, let me rip it like this so sick, don't spit

I vomit, bomb it, wearing the freshest of garments

Blowing up, yeah, we the bombest, never cocky I'm just honest, reppin' artanis, woah

Maryland what I be reppin' the second I step in, I murder like weapon

Let me bring the tech and I'll hit you like tekken and I'm gone

Whatever record I'm on, I just wreck it and I'm gone

R-A-Double T -P-A-C-K, V's up, all day, yeah we do it our way

I push white keys like Beethoven, while Blaque Keyz drop 16's, like the Sistine, that's so mean

Hell yeah, that's so clean

Can I get it, let me get it, I got to get it, I got to spit it from the heart, let me tear it apart

Living the real life, everybody want to know what it feel like

Rock with a drop top, living on top, let e get it, I get ready to pop

When they bopping they head, when they rocking the bed

If I couldn't do this then I'd be dead

When the lions come and they turn to fight

Will you lose your soul? Will you lose your pride?

‘Cause the only thing they need is to smell a drop of fear inside

When the lions come, will you turn to fight?

Man, it's unreasonable to think that Keyz won't leave MC's extinct

I never had a reason to until now to get that spear and hit that Jeep

See me swerving like Steve Irwin through herds of nervous MC's

I sink my teeth in their verses, each feature becomes a feast

Lay back, relax in my den, get paid from the royalties

And bring it back to the pack and just let my family eat

I'm a predator on this beat, every metaphor is my prey

My roar rumbles your feet, I'll place your head on my tray

I'm letting your girl pat me, run fingers all through my mane

The pride of a dying breed with ferocity in my veins

At the top of the food chain, the philosophy is the same

So live properly, so one day they won't throw you in no cage

Keyz is king of the jungle, no rumbling with the snakes

You running when I'm on the prowl

I pounce, you can't keep the pace

You know I've been earning stripes, got zebra print on my face

Got to make it apart of you and see the world through my wardrobe like Narnia