B.o.B - No Future lyrics
[B.o.B - No Future lyrics]
Mmm, hey I eat it like dinner
You see this shit I gotta
Deal with from these beginners?
I ain't circusin' around with
These clown-ass niggas
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 fucking trigger anymore
Cause it's just a waste of bullets
Come and get these pussies
Wipe them off the flo'
I'm guessing they was hoping
For some different results
I'm guessing they was guessing cause
They wasn't really sure but fuck it
I guess I'mma have to let these niggas know
So I think it's time for these
Haters to get off my dick
Got my own city, you can call it Bobtropolis
East side representers 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 HAM squad in this bitch
Like I ain't never had a mic
Fresh to death, I see you in the afterlife
I eat bars, eat beats 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 pussy 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 and 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, get 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 bruise ya
Keep fuckin' with me and you
Ain't gon' have no future
You see this shit I gotta
Deal with from these beginners?
I ain't circusin' around with
These clown-ass niggas
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 fucking trigger anymore
Cause it's just a waste of bullets
Come and get these pussies
Wipe them off the flo'
I'm guessing they was hoping
For some different results
I'm guessing they was guessing cause
They wasn't really sure but fuck it
I guess I'mma have to let these niggas know
So I think it's time for these
Haters to get off my dick
Got my own city, you can call it Bobtropolis
East side representers 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 HAM squad in this bitch
Like I ain't never had a mic
Fresh to death, I see you in the afterlife
I eat bars, eat beats 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 pussy 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 and 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, get 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 bruise ya
Keep fuckin' with me and you
Ain't gon' have no future