B.O.B. - No Future Lyrics
Yeah, yeh, uhm, hey, I eat it like dinnerYou see this shit I gotta deal with from these beginners?I ain't circusin' around with these clown ass niggasYou snappin' at the heels of a world class sprinterSome may call this bullyin', some may call this bossin'Check the letter, man, you know I'm all city varsityWalk up on my field, you will get carried off itWe gon' need a body bag and we gon' need a coffinWho am I battling? I ain't even exhaustedYou can call me sick, you can even call me nauseousA sea of great whites, you are a dolphinIf I was you, I would be a little more cautiousI'm way too high for you to look atThe future ain't lookin' promising for these rookiesThis is target practice but I don't even pull the *****ing trigger anymoreCause it's just a waste of bulletsCome and get these *****'s, wipe them off the floorI'm guessing they was hoping for some different resultsI'm guessing they was guessing cause they wasn't really sureBut ***** it, I guess I'ma have to let these niggas knowSo I think it's time for these haters to get off my dickGot my own city, you can call it BobtropolisEastside representer, reppin' with authorityAnd I ain't talking congressmen and I ain't talking politicsLookin' for freaks, freaks lookin' for sausagesBut we already know that, so that is all to getCheck the name tag, you know who the roster isATL brand, Hustle H.A.M squad in this *****Like I ain't never had a micFresh to death, I see you in the afterlifeI eat bars, eat beasts for my appetiteYou wouldn't know about that, you never had a biteWhat I gotta do to get some solidarity?Apparently, I need to speak with some more clarityNo luck needed, know no charityAnd I'mma grown man, don't need ***** to take care of meB to the O, I said it once befo'If I ain't on your channel, go and look for the remoteAlready graduated, yeah, you see the cap n robeBut now you couldn't see me 'less you had a telescopeI'm Bedrock bumpin', three strikes sumpinCall me Jack o' Lantern, I get head like pumpkinsIt's nothin', roll up the stuffin'Put it in the oven, gettin baked like muffinsIf you ain't know, I guess I have to introduce yaTo my side of town, somethin' you ain't really used toBody blow, uppercut, I do more than brusin'Keep *****ing with me and you ain't gon' have no future
