Frankie Limon - B.o.B

I got a six shooter for the top five vets

And then one bullet left to play Russian roulette

I’m Nostradamus, I’ve seen your future, it’s too late

All y’all niggas suspect I guess crimes, what can I say?

So fuck you and your mob guys

This the part of the film where your mob dies, I got 'em!

Nigga flip and spit hot coals

I showed you niggas how to go diamond like I was mining hope

My mind’s a playground where my mood swings

But I ain’t here to play though, I’m more like Plato

Y’all niggas Play Doh

I’m the man of the hour

Songs made 30 mills like I’m in your factory flour

You niggas ain’t that hard to find

Should be a fine to get in line like «Damn, one at a time»

Like how you niggas make it this far

I never babysit my liquor but I raise the bar

I left the 'gram to cut a album, niggas thought I was dead

And I ain’t talking diet when I say you niggas fed

I get to sliding on 'em

And then I get to Frankie Limon on 'em

Veganism, feminism, government hypnotism

I’m just speaking facts bro, this ain’t even lyricism

I drop a gem but niggas carry the mask

Gas tank on empty but the car full of gas

Why do fools gotta try me though

Like I ain’t got a .308 rifle scope

Nigga you ain’t saying shit, I’m about to blow

Tell a rap nigga park it like a automobile

I ain’t got no more chill

Fuck you and your mob guys

This the part of the flick where the mob dies

And all of the gods rise

Gorilla, Godzilla, god nigga, vibe nigga

I don’t need no props nigga

I just raise my stocks nigga

Don’t say I’m pro black, fuck niggas

I trust everything but niggas, what nigga

And if you knew what I knew

The government would back up off of you too, boo

You had the ball but you fumbled though

Your bills piling up, you must live in Buffalo

I don’t want no respect from you

Sent your girl home in a Uber XL to be respectable

Niggas gon' start to question you

How you grown getting bullied?

I guess mind did not developed fully

I’m going bat shit, niggas scared to wipe their asses

Yeah I’m from a different bracket

Rapping on a track where 2Pac did a verse for Michael Jackson

Got the flash drive in my jacket

Why the fools try bob

Before you try me, try crack, shit

Tell a nigga park it like Jurassic

Country ass accent you gotta admit above average

I just bagged your bitch with an iPhone 6

I showed you magic when y’all was getting no bread

On that Atkins

High hopes for hell

They say in war you must oppress the mail

Niggas said they woke and I’m skeptical

Same mentality, you just replace Jesus with vegetables