Yes yes y'all

This is B.o.B

Listen

[Verse 1: B.o.B]

Yeah I kinda popped up

Niggas hypin Bob up

Cuz I got that product

Not shit that get you locked up

But that shit that tear your block up

This shit is straight maracas

The way I grab the game and shake it like a baby doctor

It's just too easy it feel like I'm playing toddlers

Now that say I'm proper cuz a nigga eating lobster

Maybe new to the roster

But I see the imposters

Them muthafuckas faker than some macaroni pasta

Young dun dada

Home run robber

So when I'm done balling all the cameras at my locker

So y'all can either block, watch, or hit the showers

Or leave and be a coward, or stay and get devoured

Bitch

So what they fuck do you expect?

I grew up in the D.E.C. so Imma buck and Imma rep like bitch

[Swagga]

That's my nigga B.o.B right there

But look this is Swag

I had took me a little quick break for a minute, got my head together or whatever

Now I'm back and everything is looking quite lovely if I do say so myself

[Verse 2: Swagga]

I put my raps on the backburner

But now I'm back on the track, it's a rap, I'm a fast learner

Nigga rapping's what I do

It only take a second and I'm back into the groove

Now I'm acting like a fool, straight wildin on the track

I see B.o.B over there smiling cuz I'm back

It's like an island on my back cuz man I'm feeling all this pressure

Back against the ropes like a motherfucking wrestler

Everybody watching to see what I'm finna do

What I'm finna do is step up on this court and put a fifth at you

I am more than some nigga just recording so I can feel important

And no I'm not your [?]

Every motherfucker, I'm real

I ain't gotta say it motherfucker I'm real