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B.O.B lyrics : "No Future"

Yeah, yeh, uhm, hey, I eat it like dinner
You see this %#@! I gotta deal with from these beginners?
I ain't circusin' around with these clown $$# ^!$$%s

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 $#&@ing trigger anymore

Cause it's just a waste of bullets
Come and get these #~!!@'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 $#&@ it, I guess I'ma have to let these ^!$$%s 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 (*##$
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 #~!!@ 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 $#&@ing with me and you ain't gon' have no future


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