On the battlefield I am the commander in
The war between the worlds, time to wheel the cannons in
Im out here salamandering
They out here slandering
Try to smear a niggas image down, damn whos the camera man?
Wheres the man to man talk
What a f-ck? Get up off the nipple, man
Let your momma have a mammogram,
Busting like Sammy Sam
Niggas cant even see me on the beat
Like a blind pianist at a band exam
But f-ck a punch line, f-ck a metaphor
F-ck the niggas who said they wasnt 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 shock jock, get up above my cock,
Put the mic down, youre looking sixty four!
Im guessing Im 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 the flow you niggas know this shit is absurd!
You notice every verb and adjective and every syllable
And why compare to me there is nobody whos identical
Instrumental general, Grand Hustle emerald
Im ballin over here, give a f-ck about your interviews
Niggas talk, hoes too, but they know Im one of the coldest overall and general
The more I ball the more the haters run
When you f-ck the game, the problems gonna come
Back down never, Im never known to run
F-ck life and get high, thats what I call overcoming obstacles
Get up of my tosticles, I got the sun to control
Im callin audibles, I know what I gotta do
When you travel on this road, man after a while
Nobodys either on the side of you
Reaching out the other artists for a wider view
In reality artists just dont have the time for you
It is what it is, I dont take it personal
But its a jungle out, and lions dont eat vegetables.
I mean veggies, Im all about my
I dont smoke and Im never on the reggie
Im going full speed, but I dont know where Im heading
So keep up my yard and never touch my hedges
Im on the edge, you should never cross the line
Niggas feel safe when theyre online
But Im out here touring, they out here keyboarding
Im bout to show what the f-ck a high score is
So let me do this for east side bitch
Decatuer GA, on six!
Call it what you want, but real recognize real
So the hush niggas dont even exist!
Ah, Grand Hustle, yeah its B.o.B
Said free T.I.P, now the nigga back
So now we gonna see whats up and whats good
Bobby Ray coming to your neighborhood!
Strange Clouds, dropping soon
Yeah thats whats up, good news.
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