B.o.B - Paper Route lyrics

You don't know who you're fucking with
Ain't no Democrat
And by far I'm no Republican
This is the type of talk that'll
Probably piss off my publicist
And I ain't even started
The water ain't even bubbling
The type of talk that'll probably get
Me in trouble with the law
Or make the government come
After me in public
Won't hear this on the radio
This here is not for publishing
This ain’t that bubble gum shit, no
This ain’t that Double Mint
Consider this a risk
I swear I see them building
Pyramids brick by brick
They'll aim at anyone bold enough
To go against the shit
You don't believe me? Look what
Happened to the Dixie Chicks
It's like nobody else complains
Until you try to be more than
A nigga with a chain cube already told you:
"they corrupted everything"
And we're just out here trying to function
Trying to maintain

A hundred miles an hour
Running when I hit the ground
Thoughts moving through my head at
The speed of sound
I pray my prayers make it through the clouds
I pray in heaven that them
Fuck niggas ain’t allowed
A hundred miles an hour
Running when I hit the ground
Thoughts moving through my head at
The speed of sound i pray
I pray my prayers make it through the cloud
Until then it's back to the paper route
The paper route

And of course
It's unfortunate that niggas out
Here robbing for Jordans
Can we not afford them
But got enough to get a Glock 40
Is our views on reality kinda distorted
But still, even though I understand the story
I still fall weak for
A booty that's proportionate
On the sexy short bitch, so what's the score?
Chilling with some Red dogs
Drinking White man's poison
Now that's a forfeit
Selling what's for free, that's extortion
But still I'm wondering what families were
Present when history was recorded

A hundred miles an hour
Running when I hit the ground
Thoughts moving through my head at
The speed of sound
I pray my prayers make it through the clouds
I pray in heaven that them
Fuck niggas ain’t allowed
A hundred miles an hour
Running when I hit the ground
Thoughts moving through my head at
The speed of sound i pray
I pray my prayers make it through the cloud
Until then it's back to the paper route
The paper route

You think you really know what's going on?
They're passing laws where they can run
Up in your own home
Cameras on your laptop, TV and your iPhone
The battery don't come out
That means it's always on
Smile and say cheese, yeah, niggas, gotcha!
I told you fuckers three years
Ago about The Watchers
If you don't take the microchip
Then you can't make no dollars
This ain't no lovely day for a neighbour
This ain't no Mr Rodgers
Don't let them fuckers rob us for
Our freedom and our rights
And you be like: "it's on the
News so it must be right"
Who's pulling the strings? Who's
Rolling the dice?
Who's calling the shots and
Who's starting the fight? Think twice

A hundred miles an hour
Running when I hit the ground
Thoughts moving through my head at
The speed of sound
I pray my prayers make it through the clouds
I pray in heaven that them
Fuck niggas ain’t allowed
A hundred miles an hour
Running when I hit the ground
Thoughts moving through my head at
The speed of sound i pray
I pray my prayers make it through the cloud
Until then it's back to the paper route
The paper route