How 2 Rap
[Verse 1: B. O. B.]
Now open your mind up and listen you niggas
I am the master, the guru and after I school you Iâm skinning you niggas
You finished, Iâm making chinchillas out niggas
You should be embarrassed Iâm thinking âbout rapping, itâs killing you niggas
Consider this tax for the swag that my city has given you niggas
And I know Iâm the man, no, I donât need no Grammy award on my mantle
No it donât matter, the beat it donât matter, the style, any flow I can channel
You see Iâm 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 Iâm in Iâmma handle
Your lyrics are wack and emotionally shallow
You lost in my thoughts, you donât know how to paddle
I know that Iâm shining, I know that Iâm shining
Donât worry cause you can find shade in my shadow
From my point of view thereâs so many dead rappers
sh*t, all we need is a memorial banner
My first mixtape, they all said I sounded like Drake
Then they said my album was pop, didnât really sound like the mixtape
Now Iâm doing what I started, now they telling me I changed
I hear underrated so much you would swear it was my name
Ainât no rappers on my list
Come holla at me when youâre done riding each others dick
Twenty-five million singles worlwide, Iâll guess Iâll take another hit
Matter of fact I find this rap sh*t boring, man Iâm over it
Give me my guitar pick, Iâll show you sh*t
