Fan Mail - B.o.B

What’s up with this faggot?

Fuck is with this nigga?

Why is he still rapping?

He even wears the fashion

Should’ve stuck to makin' pop commercial smashes

Seriously

That’s why people don’t take you seriously

That’s why we don’t wanna hear nothin' you say

'Cause you ain’t the man that you appear to be

No, nigga, seriously

We don’t wanna hear your conspiracies

And we don’t wanna hear your political views 'bout extraterrestrial activity

Look, nigga, make up your mind

How much longer you gon' wait to decide?

You was kickin' some dangerous lines

Now buyin' your shit a waste of my time

Nigga, what’s up with you?

That’s why all my niggas don’t fuck with you

And that’s why we don’t come to your after parties

'Cause we don’t wanna hang in the club with you

It’s only two type of niggas

A street nigga and a you type of nigga

A coon type of nigga

Prolly born with a new silver spoon type of nigga

A new type of nigga

A sell out surrounded by wealth

You should’ve been one of the greats

Now you just sound like everyone else

Hello?

Bob, what are you doin'?

What are you doin'?

You losin' your core, fan base and your viewers

Let me show you how to flow, show you how to make music

Obviously you clueless, how I know?

'Cause I’m Jewish

Oh, is that unruly?

For me to say so rudely?

What if I stand on trial?

What if I stand on jury?

What are we on TV?

Who’s the judge?

Judge Judy?

What am I supposed to return all these cars and jewelry?

Like I don’t even know how the flow supposed to go

Like I don’t even know how the show supposed to flow

Like I don’t even know how the beat supposed to sound

Like I don’t even know where the notes supposed to go

Like I don’t even know how my soul’s supposed to feel

Like I ain’t supposed to win, like I ain’t supposed to glow

But you’ll never understand the way that I think

If you ain’t grow up where they sold dope before

Oh, number one draft pick, number one draft pick

Oh, he’s nice for a black guy, oh, he’s smart for a rapper

Oh, that’s who he’s with?

Oh, she’s cute for a black chick

Oh, he’s actually cool, I went to school with him actually

Actually, he could’ve had a masterpiece

Now it’s just a fuckin' catastrophe

Anyway, get Fitz on the phone

Tell him send it over to mastering