Paper Route – B.o.B – letras

[Verso 1]You don’t know who you fucking withAin’t no democrat, and by far I’m no republicanThis the type of talk that’ll probably piss off my publicistAnd I ain’t even started, the water ain’t even bubblingThe type of talk that’ll probably get me in trouble with the lawOr make the government come after me in publicWon’t hear this on the radio, this here ain’t for publishingThis ain’t that bubble gum shit, no, this ain’t that double mintConsider this a risk, I swear I see ’em building pyramids brick by brickThey’ll aim at everyone going against this shitYou don’t believe me? Look what happened to the Dixie ChicksIt’s like nobody else complainsTill you tryna be more than a nigga with a chainCuba already told you, they corrupted everythingAnd we these out here just tryna function, tryna maintain[Refrão]A 100 thousand miles an hour when I hit the groundThoughts moving through my head at the speed of soundI pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloudI pray [?] fuck niggas ain’t allowedA 100 thousand miles an hour when I hit the groundThoughts moving through my head at the speed of soundI pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloudTill then it’s back to the paper route, the paper route[Verso 2]And of course it’s unfortunate that niggas out here robbing for JordansCan we not afford them but got enough to get a Glock 40Is our views on reality kinda distortedBut still, even though I understand the storyI still fall weak for a booty that’s proportionateOn the [?] and short bitch, so what’s the score?Chilling with some [?] , drinking white man’s poisonAh, now that’s a forfeitSelling [?] for free, that’s extortionBut still I’m wondering [?][Refrão]A 100 thousand miles an hour when I hit the groundThoughts moving through my head at the speed of soundI pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloudI pray [?] fuck niggas ain’t allowedA 100 thousand miles an hour when I hit the groundThoughts moving through my head at the speed of soundI pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloudTill then it’s back to the paper route, the paper route[Verso 3]You think you really know what’s going on?They passing laws where they can run up in your own homeCameras on your laptop, TV and your iPhoneThe battery don’t come out, that means it’s always onSmile and say cheese, yeah niggas got youI told you fuckers three years ago ’bout the watchesIf you don’t take the microchip then you can’t make no dollars[?] ain’t no Mr. RogersDon’t let these fuckers rob us for our freedom and your rightsAnd you be like: « it’s on the news so it must be right »Who’s pulling the strings? Who’s rolling the dice?Who’s calling the shots and who’s starting the fight?Think twice[Refrão]A 100 thousand miles an hour when I hit the groundThoughts moving through my head at the speed of soundI pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloudI pray [?] fuck niggas ain’t allowedA 100 thousand miles an hour when I hit the groundThoughts moving through my head at the speed of soundI pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloudTill then it’s back to the paper route, the paper route