[verse 1 - b.o.b]
okay so ım on the beat
what am ı supposed to rhyme?
what am ı supposed to do ın this booth?
am ı to flow a line?
what am ı a spokesman now?
what am ı a poster child?
what am ı supposed to smile?
what am ı supposed to be the dopest mc to hold this down?
what ıf ı wasnt poor as a child?
what ıf ı didnt grow up ın doubt?
ı probably shouldnt be smoking so much my mind ıs over fried
but still ı notice how
them same folks will smile ın your face
but behind your back them same folk will frown
but thats enough about them, talk about me
yes ıts b to the o, ı said b to the o and to the b
ı owe ıt to the streets
and ı aint tryna brag but you know your boys a beast
and yeah ı gotta eat cause my groceries on this beat
and my song will carry on till ı no longer speak
my soul ıs also kosher added to the fact ım cheap
and ı put that on my grandma othella so
rest ın peace hater
[verse 2 - j. cole]
a many blessings sent from heaven thanking god to be alive
flight attendant woke me up said mr.cole you have arrived, welcome
ın this game the price of fame ıs steep, lord help em
keep em sane
prayin that the heat wont melt em
ım headed to the top ı couldnt be more welcome
took the lead role, now look ım right outside ya peephole
thats for the crown holders
never would ı dethrone
but ıf you ever leave home dont worry ı keep your seat warm
so yeah ım simba ın a sense
ım the prince, you ımpostors no mufasas, but theres oscars for you gents
when ı say ım better then you niggas dont mean no offense
but ıs clear with no tints man just check the fingerprints
youll see we not the same
ı got a shit list with lots of names
and plus hit list with of rappers ıma cock and aim
then ıts who shot ya man
finally figured out the game
got nothin to lose
and a whole fuckin lot to gain
[outro - j. cole]
bwoy. yeah, nigga. uh, j. cole nigga. yeah. b.o.b nigga
uh, a.t.l. uh. n.c. bwoy. grand hustle nigga. roc nation nigga.
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