B.o.B - Behind Ya Back / Purple Mountain lyrics

Yeah i'm on some shit, I'm on some shit
I don't want a bitch that don't wanna bitch
(Where is that, bitch?) she been at the gym
(yeah, yeah) , eating humus and shit
She crushin' on me cause
I'm conscious and shit

Bitch, it ain't no time so
I'm straight for it
Throw them clothes down if you want some
If you ain't 'bout it then don't come
I know I'm the shit 'cause I'm on one
Finna nosegrind like a skateboard
That's your bitch? Well, i ain't sure
You a square, nigga, there's a name for it
You're a four sided ho shape boy (Square)
Niggas act like they don't know
Where I'm coming from
Niggas act like I'm supposed
To stay away from
Ratchet shit like I ain't from the slums
Niggas act like they don't see me but they
Always keep my fuckin' letters on they tongue
Internet thugs online but they
Scary: M night Shyamalan
Niggas claim they want my
Conscious lyrics but
Ain't appreciate it when they had it
Niggas act like they gon' hold you down but
When you need a favor where they hiding?
Bitches act like they ain't hoeing every time
Another ho is right beside 'em
Yeah we fucked, so what bitch? Go and tell
The whole hood about it
You a turkey ass jive bitch
Hope you die, bitch
Sucking five dicks at a time
Ain't got no type bitch, got a
Wife bitch and a white bitch, bitch I'm fine
Why deez nigga- why deez nigga-
Why deez niggas lyin'?
And these niggas ain't loyal either
All these niggas droppin' dimes bandz

Y'all niggas gon' find out about me (Bandz)
It took a while to get back up on my feet
(Bandz) and everything that I say
Is blown out of place
If I ain't the shit, why they fly around me?
I'm on some shit, I'm on some shit
You hoes is the feds, I swear I'm convinced
I hit a club, you know they gon' strip
I throw all my money like I'm
In love with that bitch
I just fuck on that bitch

Look what I gotta do to get respect
That's why I got my boot all in your neck
That's why I never ball without the check
Often I get so bored I get depressed
Nowadays it's every man for himself
That's why my loyalty is with the set
I don't know why these niggas fake cool
When they get to actin' I get perplexed
I'm dishonest man and I must confess
I like nigga shit and I like to flex
On my hippie shit, just lost in my head
I forgot that I was still in the flesh
It's too late to try to save who I was
I like bitches and I like to get fresh
How the fuck did Bobby Ray get
Corrupt? Bobby Ray discovered Bobby himself
And all they can say is you changed
Say that you changed
And all they can do to your
Fame is say that you lame
(Man, that nigga lame)
Remember me right, remember me right
'Til the day of my death when
I drop in my grave bandz

Y'all niggas gon' find out about me
It took a while to get back up on my feet
And everything that I say
Is blown out of place
If I ain't the shit, why they fly around me?
I'm on some shit, I'm on some shit
You hoes is the feds, I swear I'm convinced
I hit a club, you know they gon' strip
I throw all my money like I'm
In love with that bitch
I just fuck on that bitch

Baby making music
Your main lady shaking to it
This the feeling teachers never
Gave to students
Who get paid too little to raise the stupid
Who learn more from gangster
Music than basic schoolin'
A whole generation of angry youth who get
Mistaken as a pain or a nuisance
Distracted by the fame and jewelry
A country where we praise the
Wicked and shame the clueless
When the enemy is within who do
You aim the Nuke at?
Are we really at the top or is that
Just how're we are trained to view it?
I wonder who made the blueprint? Is it
The same bloodline that enslaved the Jewish
Built ships and chained us to it
Paid a sniper to aim at Luther
Took the World Trade, flew planes into it
And framed the Muslims?
This probably sounds like a scene
From your favorite movie
Well wake up, wake up, it don't
Take brains to do it, it take bank to do it
Welcome to the capital where only
The greatest do it
Good intentions is what the road to
Hell is paved with usually
And bitches swimming bottomless in bottomless
Ace of spade jacuzzis
Drowning in my own lust
I had to drain the fluid out
The group think think tank
I outgrew the fishbowl
I snapped your fucking fishing pole
Fuck opinions, they just want me trapped
And fucking pigeon-holed
Now snap a fucking picture hoe
Got me feelin' like I don't get it
You don't get it
Yeah there's truth but who gon' spit it?
Yeah I could say it but who gon' get it?
Complicated fuckin' lyrics, who gon' listen?
We all fuckin' hated math
Now who wants physics
I ain't speaking to you all
Cause you all get it
But see there's projects from Duval
To New York City
You ever wonder why it's called the projects?
Picture the statue of liberty in a thot dress
I leave you all to your thoughts to process
Sincerely yours truly, God bless