[Verse 1: B.o.B]Soon as I enterYou know who it is-aIt’s the representer from the East side of AtlantaThat’s known as DecaturI got my own lane but I can’t see the roadMy rear view mirror’s full of hatersWouldn’t wanna be yaIt’s me they cannot battleYes I’m a mothership and you a boat without no paddleYes I am what they afterI’m a natural born disasterI’m the reason your momma tell you not hang with rappersBut your momma is a minister and I’m her favorite rapperProbably cause she found out that my daddy was a pastorI wonder what she’s afterBut don’t get it confusedThere’s no surprise, it’s just another day in my shoes[Chorus:]Every other city we goEvery other city we goIt’s just a different day with the same shitIt’s just a different day with the same shitEvery other city we goEvery other city we goThings just ain’t what I used to knowThings just ain’t what I used to know[Verse 2: B.o.B]Yeah, well these niggas saltyHigh blood pressureIf you got that sodium, nigga I got that pepperDon’t step up, please fall backY’all can’t ball, all y’all are wackHaters need hugs, you thugs need loveAnd groupies fall in holes that gold diggers dugThese niggas cynical cause I’m on there medicinalWhy they so sensitive, I guess they on their menstrualsI don’t need no, come consider the generalRegardless of my genre yes, I’m flawless in generalWhen I’m in the clubGirls be jigging on they tippy toesSo she take me in like her vitamins and mineralsYou ain’t on my signal, you analogue or digitalGrand hustle champion, someone turn my anthem onWhen my jam come on, God damn I blow straight upI am a bombLeaping over barriers like this was a triathalon[Chorus][Verse 3:]Now I’m the everyday topicI’m under the microscope so I’m feeling microscopicMy shit was fading to blackNiggas thought I was gothic but made it to the next stepLike recovering alcoholicsI bounce back like a snoop deville of hydraulicsAin’t nothing but a g-thangNigga I’m the king of painVeins filled with novacaneSo I ain’t even feeling y’allI ain’t even hearing y’allFingernails on a blackboardThey say the pen is way mightier than the swordSo I’m a spaz out to get inside the mental wardGet me grammy awardsTil your faith is restored by the lord of this rap shitNiggas got it backwards, let’s line up all the factorsGrew up in the hood but was raised in the burbsWhere pops was’nt there so the military made me a manAnd they told me, put my dreams in the canBut I still made it here, damn[Chorus]