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Behind Ya Back / Purple Mountain - B.o.B
I'm on some sh*t I'm on some sh*t

I don't want a b**ch that don't wanna b**ch

She been at the gym eating humus and sh*t

She crushin' on me cause I'm conscious and sh*t

B**ch ain't no time so I'm straight throw them clothes down if you want some
If you ain't 'bout it then don't come
I know I'm the sh*t cause I'm on one
Finna nosegrind like a skateboard that's your b**ch
Well I ain't sure
You a square ni**a there's a name for it
You were forced

Niggas act like they don't know where I'm coming from
Niggas act like I'm supposed to stay away
From ratchet sh*t like I ain't from the slums
Niggas act like they don't see me
But they always keep my f**kin' letters on they tongue
Internet thugs online but they scary M. Night Shyamalan
Niggas claim they want my conscious lyrics
But ain't appreciate it when they had it
Niggas act like they gon' hold you down
But when you need a favor where they hiding
B**ches act like they ain't hoeing every time another hoe is right beside 'em
Yeah we f**ked so what b**ch
Go and tell the whole hood about it
You a turkey a** jive b**ch
Hope you die b**ch sucking five dicks at a time
Ain't got no type b**ch
Got a wife b**ch and a white b**ch b**ch I'm fine
Why deez ni**a why deez ni**a why deez niggas lyin'

And these niggas ain't loyal either all these niggas droppin' dimes
Bandz

Y'all niggas gon' find out about me

It took a while to get back up on my feet

And everything that I say is blown out of place
If I ain't the sh*t why they fly around me
I'm on some sh*t I'm on some sh*t

You hoes is the feds I swear I'm convinced

I hit a club you know they gon' strip

I throw all my money like I'm in love with that b**ch
I just f**k on that b**ch
Look what I gotta do to get respect
That's why I got my boot all in your neck
That's why I never ball without the check
Often I get so bored I get depressed
Nowadays it's every man for himself
That's why my loyalty is with the set
I don't know why these niggas fake cool
When they get to actin' I get perplexed
I'm dishonest man and I must confess
I like ni**a sh*t and I like to flex
On my hippie sh*t just lost in my head
I forgot that I was still in the flesh
It's too late to try to save who I was
I like b**ches and I like to get fresh
How the f**k did Bobby Ray get corrupt
Bobby Ray discovered Bobby himself

And all they can say is you changed say that you changed

And all they can do to your fame is say that you lame

Remember me right remember me right

Till the day I'mma die grave
Bandz

Y'all niggas gon' find out about me

It took a while to get back up on my feet

And everything that I say is blown out of place
If I ain't the sh*t why they fly around me
I'm on some sh*t I'm on some sh*t

You hoes is the feds I swear I'm convinced

I hit a club you know they gon' strip

I throw all my money like I'm in love with that b**ch
I just f**k on that b**ch

New music mood music

Baby-making music your main lady shaking to it

This the feeling teachers never gave to students
Who get paid too little to raise the stupid
Who learn more from gangster music than basic schoolin'
A whole generation of angry youth who get mistaken as a pain or a nuisance
Distracted by the fame and jewelry
A country where we praise the wicked and shame the clueless

When the enemy is within who do you aim the Nuke at
Are we really at the top or is
That just how're we are trained to view it
I wonder who made the blueprint
Is it the same bloodline that enslaved the Jewish
Built ships and chained us to it paid a sniper to aim at Luther
Took the World Trade flew planes into it and framed the Muslims
This probably sounds like a scene from your favorite movie
Well wake up wake up
It don't take brains to do it
It take bank to do it
Welcome to the capital where only the greatest do it
Good intentions is what the road to hell is paved with usually
And b**ches swimming bottomless in bottomless ace of spade jacuzzis
Drowning in my own lust
I had to drain the fluid out the group think think tank
I outgrew the fishbowl
I snapped your f**king fishing pole
F**k opinions they just want me trapped and f**king pigeon-holed

Now snap a f**king picture hoe
Got me feelin' like I don't get it you don't get it

Yeah there's truth but who gon' spit it
Yeah I could say it but who gon' get it
Complicated f**kin' lyrics who gon' listen
We all f**kin' hated math now who wants physics
I ain't speaking to you all cause you all get it
But see there's projects from Duval to New York city

You ever wonder why it's called the projects

Picture the statue of liberty in a thot dress
I leave you all to your thoughts to process
Sincerely yours truly God bless