[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Okay so I’m on the beat, what am I supposed to rhyme?
What am I supposed to do in this booth? Am I to flow a line?
What am I, a spokesman now? What am I, a poster child?
What am I supposed to smile?
What am I supposed to be the dopest MC to hold this down?
What if I wasn’t poor as a child? What if I didn't grow up in doubt?
I probably shouldn’t be smoking so much, my mind is over fried
But still, I notice how them same folks will smile in your face
But behind your back, them same folk will frown
But thats enough about them, talk about me
Yes it’s B to the O, I said B to the O and to the B, I owe it to the streets
And I ain't tryna brag but you know your boy's a beast
And yeah I gotta eat cause my groceries on this beat
And my song will carry on till I no longer speak
My soul is all so Kosher added to the fact I’m cheap
And I put that on my grandma Othella so rest in peace hater
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Aye, many blessings sent from heaven, thanking God to be alive
Flight attendant woke me up, said Mr. Cole, you have arrived
Welcome, in this game, the price of fame is steep, Lord help 'em
Keep 'em sane, praying that the heat won’t melt 'em
I’m headed to the top, I couldn't be more welcome
Took the lead role, now look, I’m right outside ya peephole
That's for the crown holders, never would I dethrone
But if you ever leave home, don't worry, I keep ya seat warm
So yeah, I’m Simba in a sense, I’m the Prince, you imposters
No Mufasas but there's Oscars for you gents
When I say I'm better than you niggas, don't mean no offense
But it's clear with no tints, man just check the fingerprints
You see we not the same, I got a shit list with lots of names
And plus a hit list of rappers I'mma cock and aim, then it’s who shot ya man
Finally figured out the game, got nothing to lose and a whole fucking lot to gain