B.O.B – Mission Statement
B.O.B – Mission Statement
Mission Statement Lyrics
B.o.B
[Intro]
Cut the check man (woh) x2
Bobby!
[Verse 1]
Ladies and gentlemen (gentlemen)
Gentlemen
Consider this moment the Genesis (Genesis)
This is the part where you flip the fuck out
As you feel the adrenaline (feel the adrenaline)
I’m only here to give-
I’m only here to give you the experience (oh what an experience)
Oh what an experience
They probably should’ve prescribed me with Ritalin (yea)
But fuck it
Rumor has it A.D.H.D wasn’t real, it was just an experiment
All of these years I was taught to be ignorant (what)
Tryin’ to figure out why I’m so dif-ferent
Modern day life is set up like a pyramid (what)
I was sleep, man I woke from the ignorance (ha)
Wake up now, tryna’ sell me a membership
Shittin’ on niggas so much that I’m hemorrhaging
Your bitch on my couch auditioning
She wants me to buy her some booty shots
But I can’t fix a flat , I’m not Michelin
My mind’s overflowing with images
So many thoughts I can never remember them (ha)
But I never forget to go straight to the source
I learned to cut out all the middle man
I got no patience for your basics
Time is windiling, you just ain’t interesting
No strangers inside of the organization
That shit is strictly prohibited (what)
The music industry is sickening (what)
But no one will ever admit this shit (oh no)
These niggas ain’t making the numbers they make
Shit and half of these niggas pretending
[Bridge]
Yo, fuck a hater, fuck a genre (fuck it)
No genre (no)
You can’t box it in
They try to box me in but they couldn’t box me in
They try to describe me but they just still can’t describe me to this day
You’ll never be able to describe me
No genre (no genre) x3
The label
[Verse 2]
Why do I bother? (why do I bother)
Spending time gathering thoughts up
(?) go a little bit harder (little bit harder)
I’m like Jesus on the microphone
I make vodka from water (shots x3)
Kinda’ like Jimmy Carter
Just a little bit darker (just a little bit darker?)
The rap game just got a little bit smaller
I just lay down the facts
So lay down and stay down
Or stay off my sac (ok)
Niggas say I ain’t dope, need to lay off the crack
Bustin’ like a motherfuckin’ AR with lasers
Drop a fuckin’ bomb on the radar like Adolph was back
I blow a (?) straight off the map
Hundred round ricochet, when them stray rounds come back
Got to go and get this paper, I can’t hang out to chat
Where the- where the- where the playas at?
Bring the paper back
Running through the racks like a motherfuckin’ pyromaniac
I need a lady that ain’t a basic rat, with a crazy gat
With a decent booty hanging out her back
Give that thing a smack like a angry black (pow)
But before I smash gotta’ wear a safety hat
Bobby where the mac? x2
Man Eastside got the flow, had to bring it back
Now motherfuckers acting conscious and shit (ha)
Just cause you’re dressed like a hippie
Attending the culture like concerts and shit (?)
Don’t make you no different than me
Cause I happen to like making money and shit
I’m just being honest, I never make promises
I just pay homage and shit
No Genre you bitch
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