B.o.b Gladiators Lyrics

[B.o.B - Verse 1]
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 postman 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 didnt 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
yeh it’s B to the O, I said B to the O and to the B
I owe it to the streets
and I aint tryna brag but you know your boys 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 (?) so Rest In Peace hater!

[J.Cole - Verse]
ay many blessins 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
prayin’ that the heat won’t melt em
I’m headed to the top I could’nt be more welcome

took the lead role now look I’m right outside ya peephole
thats for the crownholders
never would I dethrone
but if you ever leave home dont worry I keep ya seat warm
so yea I’m simba in a sense I’m the Prince you imposters no mufasas
but theres oscars for you gents
when I say im betta then you n-ggas dont mean no offense
but is clear wit’ no tints man just check the fingerprints
you see we not the same
I got a sh-t list wit’ lot’s a names
and plus hit list wit’ of rappers I’ma cock and aim

then it’s who shot ya man
finally figured out tha game got nothin’ to lose
and a whole f-ckin’ lot to gain.

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