B.O.B - How 2 Rap lyrics

rate me

Now open your mind up and listen, you niggas

I am the master, the guru

And after I school you I'm skinning, you niggas

You finished, I'm making chinchillas out niggas

You should be embarrassed I'm thinking about rapping,

It's killing you niggas

Consider this tax for the swag that my city has given you niggas

And I know I'm the man,

No, I don't need no Grammy award on my mantle!

Know it don't matter, the beat it don't matter,

The style, any flow I can channel

You see I'm from Atlanta, east side of Decatur, I grew up on Candler

If you notice the way that I talk is vernacular, this is my actual grammar!

I got niggas nervous cause whatever lane I'm in I'mma handle

Your lyrics are whack and emotionally shallow

You lost in my thoughts, you don't know how to paddle!

I know that I'm shining, I know that I'm shining

Don't worry cause you can find shade in my shadow

From my point of view is so many dead rappers

Shit, all we need is a memorial banner!

My first mix tape, they all said I sounded like Drake

Then they said my album was pop,

Didn't really sound like the mix tape

Now I'm doing what I started,

Now they telling me I changed

I hear underrated so much

You would swear it was my name!

Ain't no rappers on my list

Come holler at me when you're done riding each others dick

25 million singles worldwide,

I'll guess I'll take another hit!

Matter of fact I find this rap shit boring, man I'm over it!

Give me my guitar pick,

I'll show you shit!