Lyrics
On the battlefield I am not commandeering
The war between the worlds, time to wield the cannons in
I am out here salamander-ing, they out here slandering
Try to smear nigga’s image down
Who’s the camera man?
Where’s the man to man talk
What a fuck?
Get up off the nipple, man
Let your momma have a mammogram
Busting like Sammy Sam
Niggers can’t even see me on the beat
Like a blind pianist at a band exam
But fuck a punch line, fuck a metaphor
Fuck the nigga who say they wasn’t feeling me before!
Life is like a movie, I just write the score
Let me dumb it down, maybe you can understand me more!
I got no time for this shot jock, get up above my cock
Put the mic down, you’re looking sixty four!
I’m guessing I’m the nigga that they love to hate
But they still watch a nigga, and they pay attention more!
Closer to my words, and closer you observe
Trying to decipher he flow you niggers know this shit is absurd!
You notice every verb and every adjective and every syllable
And why compared to me there is nobody who’s identical
Instrumental general, grand hustle admirable
I’m balling over here, give a fuck about your interviews
Niggas talk, hoes too, but they know I’m one of the coldest overall and general
The more I ball the more the haters run
When you fuck the game, the problems gonna come
Back down never, I’m never gonna run
Fuck life and get high, that’s what I call overcoming obstacles
Get up off my testicles, I got this under control
I’m calling audibles. I know what I gotta do
When you travel on this road, man after a while
Nobody’s on the either sides of you!
Reaching out to other artist for a wider view
In reality artists just don’t have the time for you
It is what it is, I don’t take it personal
But it’s a jungle out, lions don’t eat vegetables
I mean veggies I’m all about my…
I don’t smoke. and I’m never on a…
I’m going full speed, but I don’t know where I’m heading
So keep up my yard and never touch my…
I’m on the edge, you should never cross the line
Niggers feel safe when they’re online…
I’m about to show what a hell is…
So let me do this for East Side bitch … on six!
Call it what you want, but real recognize real
So the … true niggers don’t even exist!
Ah, grand hustle, it’s B.o.B
It’s free. not a lot of niggers bet
So now we gonna see what’s up and what’s good
Bobby Ray coming to your neighborhood!
Yeah that’s what’s up, good news
Thanks to madailui