Cut Throat - B.o.B

Ooo you in trouble

They 'bout to send them folks to your front door

Ooo you in trouble

Watch out for them foes, you know they cut throat, like

Don’t hold your tongue if you ain’t scared nigga

Don’t hold your tongue if you ain’t scared nigga, yeah nigga

Ooo you in trouble

Watch out for them foes, you know they cut throat, like

And they be like «you sound retarded

Why you talkin' all that shit, you just a artist

Obviously politics ain’t yo' department

You gon' fuck around and make yourself a target»

And I’m just tryna do the right thang, do the right thang, ha

You the right slang, you the right slang, yeah

So just read up who own the stations that your favorite shows come on

Radio stations your favorite songs come on

The truth ain’t unknown, even the paper that I’m on

Shit even the label I’m on, shit even the paper that I own

The federal reserve ain’t even owned by the government, I’m on some other shit

I’m on a mothership, fuck are we voting for?

Who is this congressman, Fortune 500's

Be funding the Democratics and Republicans

In case you was wonderin'

Ooo you in trouble

They 'bout to send them folks to your front door

Ooo you in trouble

Watch out for them foes, you know they cut throat, like

Don’t hold your tongue if you ain’t scared nigga

Don’t hold your tongue if you ain’t scared nigga, yeah nigga

Ooo you in trouble

Watch out for them foes, you know they cut throat, like

I’m sorry there’s enough wealth in the States

To give a million dollars to each person and they still be straight

I’m talking wealth too big to measure, cheddar that don’t fit in the shredder

Treasure that don’t fit in a dresser, the best investor for a business endeavour

But you’re distracted by the ratchets

By the racket, by the bad bitch

They broadcast the madness using the same crisis actors

They used for the last disaster but you didn’t catch it

Remember Katrina when they blew up the levees

All the people that said they was hearing explosions, they chopped out the edit

Tell me do you remember, or would you rather forget it

It’s the sixth-Earth parellel world Armageddon

Bandz

Ooo you in trouble

They 'bout to send them folks to your front …

Police, get down!

Fuck on the ground.

Stop resisting

I’m not resisting, I’m not — I’m not resisting.

Y’all, do ya’ll see this?

Turn this shit off