B.o.B - How to make clones lyrics

Nigga

What you do before you enter
The game? Create a player, hold on
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)
What you do when you forget it's
A game? Hate the creator, hold on
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)
And what they say you gotta do
In this world? Make some paper, hold on
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)
And what's the mothafucking city
You wrote? Decatur (Huh, yah, tuh)

So who are you? Found my brain
A paradox, grew my locks, who are you?
They predicted nine eleven twenty
Years 'fore they dropped
Tell me how it's a prediction if
They wrote a wholе plot
Don't know who behind the curtain
Could be bots at thе top
The invasion been happened
The bodies already swapped
Like how we breed dogs
Cities could just all be crops
A million of the same
Person with identical jobs
Could be on someone's hard drive
On top of a desk either way, shh, shh
Never really know 'till you're dead
How come what you make a year's
Never more than your debt
It's like a carrot hanging over your head
Niggas said it's in the air, huh? Cough
On the beat I'll be like Aha, uh
See a doctor he like "I can see
You nigga you ain't got no insurance", yeah
They paying folks to sit in
Line for a free test
Ain't gotta decode my lines
This a cheat test, this a cheat test
Take a deep breath, buckle up the seat belt

What you do before you enter
The game? Create a player, hold on
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)
What you do when you forget it's
A game? Hate the creator, hold on
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)
And what they say you gotta do
In this world? Make some paper, hold on
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)

Uh, is it just me? Or
Is artificial intelligence mimicking melanin
What if melanated people
Was somebody's experiment?
They hid the ancient temples
Then just blamed it on aliens
Nasa stole they symbols from a african tribe
And acted like it was some shit that
They just seen up in the sky
Knew my school wasn't shit
Had us reading them lies
And had our asses drinking milk for
Lunch at 10: 45 AM
EMF through your body, iron in your body
Silicone in your body, similar to robotics
I put the, I put the qi in Fibonacci
Artificial work at a artificial job
Paying artificial taxes to a artificial god
If they clone me they fucked around
And made a iller Bob
Came a long way from bumping Crime Mob
Computers resemble humans
And humans resemble niggas
Niggas resemble god, my ex just
Got a new nigga, he kinda resemble Bob
I guess we copies of a copy of a
Copy of a copy in the circle
I serve a different purpose
If this is a game then
I'm from a different server
Consider this the merger, I put
It in her cervix, then put it in her cervix
Parallel universes, OK

You must understand the conditions
That we're working from, we're working from
A prison cell if you're working
From the maximum security prison
Then you automatically know that it don't
Suppose to be a utopia