Good Nigger Sticker (Freestyle) - B.o.B

Oh Bobby

Oh Bobby

Oh God, oh Bobby

These are the chronicles of a black magician, left the rap business

Made some plaques with an unthreatening a black image

But that’s finished, you niggas still ass kissing, catfishing

Before I was rap fishing, I had visions of mostly millions and packed buildings

Everybody’s depressed, no happiness

It’s sad when you find out the world is trash, inn’it?

(Wa-wait 'till they discover its flat)

If I ever made me a movie and casted it

You wouldn’t have to be at this function

A black family, a single and sad, a sell crack to act in it

The crooked enslave you, you singing prayers

Like Sky Daddy blessing black people with good behaviour like

«You're a good nigga (yeah), you’re a good nigga (yeah), here’s a gold sticker»

And I swear it’s folks going through my house when they know I ain’t home

It be your own people, you don’t know what I’m on

Chopped it up with shawty slim like nigga pick up the phone

Stayed up 'till 5am just to finish this song

You ain’t gotta say «Let's get it», bitch I got it

I ain’t gotta dumb it down, they just gotta catch up

I don’t need boy scout, bad bitch, I’m ain’t a tiger cub

Fuck you and your entire club

Fuck you, bitch, I’m fired up

I’m the whole entire plug

The way I drive fuck my tires up

Game over, nigga, time’s up

Me and my bitch, fuck your bitch, ayy

You ain’t know she was with the shit, ayy

Yeah, we some thots, no kids, ayy

Woah, I’m high as fuck, just a sip, ayy

Bobby Ray Bandz, I’m the shit, ayy

Fake niggas keep jumping ship

How good does good get?

There’s more to life than being hood rich

You ain’t on what I’m on

You ain’t on what I’m on

You ain’t on what I’m on

Chopped it up with shawty slim, nigga pick up the phone

Chopped it up with big rich, nigga pick up the phone

Chopped it up with TJ, nigga pick up the phone

Chopped it up with B-Side, lived the real street life

Chopped it up with Playboy Tre, pick up the phone

Chopped it up with London

Chopped it up with Havi

Chopped it up with Jacques

Chopped it with the money

Chopped it up with T.I.P

Chopped it up with Rocky

Chopped it up with Tech N9ne, nigga, who gon' stop me?

Niggas know I’m mobbin'

Niggas know I’m not playin'

What’s her name, what’s her name?

Could it be Roxxanne?

Niggas know I’m the bomb, woah, kemosabe

Racist white people look at me like Bin Laden

How many crisis actors I hear rapping today?

How many dick appointments can she make in a day?

Young guys think they’re coldest can be, but even triple OGs get old in the

knees

Always knew niggas was gon' wake up

Ain’t shit to worry 'bout if you ain’t trying to opress us

The whole hotep club

The whole no flex club

But if you had the money, buy a Rolex club (hotel parade)

Gotta be broke, to be woke, no check club (ho hey)

No sex, no neck (ho, hotel parade)

No neck, no sex, no sex (ho hey ho)

How much clout?

How much clout?

How much clout make that ass come out?

How much clout make them titties come out?

How much clout?

How much clout?

How much clout make you fakers take a bow?

Game over