Behind Ya Back / Purple Mountain - B.o.B

Yeah

I’m on some shit, I’m on some shit

I don’t want a bitch that don’t wanna bitch (Where is that, bitch?)

She been at the gym (Yeah, yeah), eating humus and shit

She crushin' on me cause I’m conscious and shit

Bitch, it ain’t no time so I’m straight for it, throw them clothes down if you

want some

If you ain’t 'bout it then don’t come, I know I’m the shit 'cause I’m on one

Finna nosegrind like a skateboard, that’s your bitch?

Well, I ain’t sure

You a square, nigga, there’s a name for it, you’re a four sided ho shape boy

(Square)

Niggas act like they don’t know where I’m coming from

Niggas act like I’m supposed to stay away from ratchet shit like I ain’t from

the slums

Niggas act like they don’t see me but they always keep my fuckin' letters on

they tongue

Internet thugs online but they scary: M. Night Shyamalan

Niggas claim they want my conscious lyrics but ain’t appreciate it when they

had it

Niggas act like they gon' hold you down but when you need a favor where they

hiding?

Bitches act like they ain’t hoeing every time another ho is right beside 'em

Yeah we fucked, so what bitch?

Go and tell the whole hood about it

You a turkey ass jive bitch, hope you die, bitch, sucking five dicks at a time

Ain’t got no type bitch, got a wife bitch and a white bitch, bitch I’m fine

Why deez nigga- why deez nigga- why deez niggas lyin'?

And these niggas ain’t loyal either, all these niggas droppin' dimes

Bandz

Y’all niggas gon' find out about me (Bandz)

It took a while to get back up on my feet (Bandz)

And everything that I say, is blown out of place

If I ain’t the shit, why they fly around me?

I’m on some shit, I’m on some shit

You hoes is the feds, I swear I’m convinced

I hit a club, you know they gon' strip

I throw all my money like I’m in love with that bitch, I just fuck on that bitch

Look what I gotta do to get respect, that’s why I got my boot all in your neck

That’s why I never ball without the check, often I get so bored I get depressed

Nowadays it’s every man for himself, that’s why my loyalty is with the set

I don’t know why these niggas fake cool, when they get to actin' I get perplexed

I’m dishonest man and I must confess, I like nigga shit and I like to flex

On my hippie shit, just lost in my head, I forgot that I was still in the flesh

It’s too late to try to save who I was, I like bitches and I like to get fresh

How the fuck did Bobby Ray get corrupt?

Bobby Ray discovered Bobby himself

And all they can say is you changed, say that you changed

And all they can do to your fame is say that you lame (Man, that nigga lame)

Remember me right, remember me right

'Til the day of my death when I drop in my grave

Bandz

Y’all niggas gon' find out about me

It took a while to get back up on my feet

And everything that I say, is blown out of place

If I ain’t the shit, why they fly around me?

I’m on some shit, I’m on some shit

You hoes is the feds, I swear I’m convinced

I hit a club, you know they gon' strip

I throw all my money like I’m in love with that bitch, I just fuck on that bitch

New music, music

Baby-making music, your main lady shaking to it

This the feeling teachers never gave to students

Who get paid too little to raise the stupid

Who learn more from gangster music than basic schoolin'

A whole generation of angry youth who get mistaken as a pain or a nuisance

Distracted by the fame and jewelry, a country where we praise the wicked and

shame the clueless

When the enemy is within who do you aim the Nuke at?

Are we really at the top or is that just how’re we are trained to view it?

I wonder who made the blueprint?

Is it the same bloodline that enslaved the

Jewish

Built ships and chained us to it, paid a sniper to aim at Luther

Took the World Trade, flew planes into it, and framed the Muslims?

This probably sounds like a scene from your favorite movie

Well wake up, wake up, it don’t take brains to do it, it take bank to do it

Welcome to the capital where only the greatest do it

Good intentions is what the road to hell is paved with usually

And bitches swimming bottomless in bottomless ace of spade jacuzzis

Drowning in my own lust, I had to drain the fluid out the group think think tank

I outgrew the fishbowl, I snapped your fucking fishing pole

Fuck opinions, they just want me trapped and fucking pigeon-holed

Now snap a fucking picture hoe

Got me feelin' like I don’t get it, you don’t get it

Yeah there’s truth but who gon' spit it?

Yeah I could say it but who gon' get it?

Complicated fuckin' lyrics, who gon' listen?

We all fuckin' hated math, now who wants physics

I ain’t speaking to you all cause you all get it

But see there’s projects from Duval to New York City

You ever wonder why it’s called the projects?

Picture the statue of liberty in a thot dress

I leave you all to your thoughts to process

Sincerely yours truly, God bless