[Verse 1: B.o.B.]

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 'bout 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 these niggas nervous cause whatever lane I'm in I'mma handle

Your lyrics are wack 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 there's so many dead rappers

Shit, all we need is a memorial banner

My first mixtape, they all said I sounded like Drake

Then they said my album was pop, didn't really sound like the mixtape

Now I'm doing what I started, now they telling me I changed

I head underrated so much you would swear it was my name

Ain't no rappers on my list

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

Twenty-five million singles worlwide, 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