How 2 Rap Lyrics - 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, 

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

I got 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 

25 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 

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