How 2 Rap – B.o.B – letras

[verse 1]Now open your mind up and listen you niggasI am the master, the guruAnd after I school you I’m skinning you niggasYou finished, I’m making chinchillas out niggasYou should be embarrassed some banging pop rapperIs killing you niggasConsider this tax for the swagThat my city has given you niggasAnd I know I’m the man, noI don’t need no grammy award on my mantleKnow it don’t matter, the beat it don’t matter, the styleAny flow I can channelYou see I’m from atlanta, east side of decaturI grew up on candlerIf you notice the way that I talk is vernacularThis is my actual grammarI got these niggas nervous cause whatever laneI’m in I’mma handleYour lyrics are wack and emotionally shallowYou lost in my thoughts, you don’t know how to paddleI know that I’m shining, I know that I’m shiningDon’t worry cause you can find shade in my shadowFrom my point of view there’s so many dead rappersShit, all we need is a memorial bannerMy first mixtape, they all said I sounded like dreThen they said my album was popDidn’t really sound like the mixtapeNow I’m doing what I started, now they telling me I changedI hear underrated so much you would swear it was my nameAin’t no rappers on my listCome holla at me when you’re done riding each others dick25 Million singles worlwide, I’ll guess I’ll take another hitMatter of fact I find this rap shit boring, man I’m over itGive me my guitar pick, I’ll show you shit