(feat. J. Cole)




[Verse 1 - B.o.B]

Okay so I'm on the beat

What am I supposed to rhyme?

What am I supposed to do in this booth?

Am I to flow a line?

What am I a spokesman now?

What am I a poster child?

What am I supposed to smile?

What am I supposed to be the dopest MC to hold this down?

What if I wasn't poor as a child?

What if I didn't grow up in doubt?

I probably shouldn't be smoking so much my mind is over fried

But still I notice how

Them same folks will smile in your face

But behind your back them same folk will frown

But that's enough about them, talk about me

Yes it's B to the O, I said B to the O and to the B

I owe it to the streets

And I ain't tryna brag but you know your boys a beast

And yeah I gotta eat cause my groceries on this beat

And my song will carry on till I no longer speak

My soul is also Kosher added to the fact I'm cheap

And I put that on my grandma Othella so 

Rest In 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

In this game the price of fame is steep, Lord help 'em

Keep 'em sane

Prayin' that the heat won't melt 'em

I'm headed to the top I couldn't be more welcome

Took the lead role, now look I'm right outside ya peephole

That's for the crown holders

Never would I dethrone

But if you ever leave home don't worry I keep your seat warm

So yeah I'm Simba in a sense 

I'm the prince, you impostor's no Mufasas, but there's Oscars for you gents

When I say I'm better then you niggas don't mean no offense

But is clear with no tints man just check the fingerprints

You'll see we not the same

I got a shit list with lot's of names

And plus hit list with of rappers I'ma cock and aim

Then it's 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.