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Yeah, yeh, uhm, hey, I eat it like dinner

You see this shit I gotta deal with from these beginners?

I ain't circusin' around with these clown ass niggas

You snappin' at the heels of a world class sprinter

Some may call this bullyin', some may call this bossin'

Check the letter, man, you know I'm all city varsity

Walk up on my field, you will get carried off it

We gon' need a body bag and we gon' need a coffin

Who am I battling? I ain't even exhausted

You can call me sick, you can even call me nauseous

A sea of great whites, you are a dolphin

If I was you, I would be a little more cautious

I'm way too high for you to look at

The future ain't lookin' promising for these rookies

This is target practice but I don't even pull the fucking trigger anymore

Cause it's just a waste of bullets

Come and get these pussy's, wipe them off the floor

I'm guessing they was hoping for some different results

I'm guessing they was guessing cause they wasn't really sure

But fuck it, I guess I'ma have to let these niggas know

So I think it's time for these haters to get off my dick

Got my own city, you can call it Bobtropolis

Eastside representer, reppin' with authority

And I ain't talking congressmen and I ain't talking politics

Lookin' for freaks, freaks lookin' for sausages

But we already know that, so that is all to get

Check the name tag, you know who the roster is

ATL brand, Hustle H.A.M squad in this bitch

Like I ain't never had a mic

Fresh to death, I see you in the afterlife

I eat bars, eat beasts for my appetite

You wouldn't know about that, you never had a bite

What I gotta do to get some solidarity?

Apparently, I need to speak with some more clarity

No luck needed, know no charity

And I'mma grown man, don't need pussy to take care of me

B to the O, I said it once befo'

If I ain't on your channel, go and look for the remote

Already graduated, yeah, you see the cap n robe

But now you couldn't see me 'less you had a telescope

I'm Bedrock bumpin', three strikes sumpin

Call me Jack o' Lantern, I get head like pumpkins

It's nothin', roll up the stuffin'

Put it in the oven, gettin baked like muffins

If you ain't know, I guess I have to introduce ya

To my side of town, somethin' you ain't really used to

Body blow, uppercut, I do more than brusin'

Keep fucking with me and you ain't gon' have no future

B.o.B - No Future – текст

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