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B.o.B - How 2 Rap Lyrics

B.o.B – How 2 Rap Lyrics

Now open your mind up and listen you niggas
I am the master, the guru and after I school you I’m skinning you niggas
You finished, I’m making chinchillas out niggas
You should be embarrassed some banging pop rapper is killing you niggas
Consider this tax for the swag that my city has given you niggas
And I know I’m the man, no, I don’t need no Grammy award on my mantle
Know it don’t matter, the beat it don’t matter, the style, any flow I can channel
You see I’m from Atlanta, east side of Decatur, I grew up on Candler
If you notice the way that I talk is vernacular, this is my actual grammar
I got these niggas nervous cause whatever lane I’m in I’mma handle
Your lyrics are wack and emotionally shallow
You lost in my thoughts, you don’t know how to paddle
I know that I’m shining, I know that I’m shining
Don’t worry cause you can find shade in my shadow
From my point of view there’s so many dead rappers
Shit, all we need is a memorial banner
My first mixtape, they all said I sounded like Dre
Then they said my album was pop, didn’t really sound like the mixtape
Now I’m doing what I started, now they telling me I changed
I hear underrated so much you would swear it was my name
Ain’t no rappers on my list
Come holla at me when you’re done riding each others dick
25 million singles worlwide, I’ll guess I’ll take another hit
Matter of fact I find this rap shit boring, man I’m over it
Give me my guitar pick, I’ll show you shit

[Lyrics to How 2 Rap by B.o.B]


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