No Future - Lyrics - B.o.b

Yeah, yeh, uhm, hey, I eat it like dinner You see this *** I gotta deal with from these beginners? I ain't circusin' around with these clown *** n-ggas You snappin' at the heels of a world class sprinter Some may call this bullyin', some may call this bossin' Check the letter, man, you know I'm all city varsity Walk up on my field, you will get carried off it We gon' need a body bag and we gon' need a coffin Who am I battling? I ain't even exhausted You can call me sick, you can even call me nauseous A sea of great whites, you are a dolphin If I was you, I would be a little more cautious I'm way too high for you to look at The future ain't lookin' promising for these rookies This is target practice but I don't even pull the f-cking trigger anymore Cause it's just a waste of bullets Come and get these p-ssy's, wipe them off the floor I'm guessing they was hoping for some different results I'm guessing they was guessing cause they wasn't really sure But f-ck it, I guess I'ma have to let these n-ggas know So I think it's time for these haters to get off my *** Got my own city, you can call it Bobtropolis Eastside representer, reppin' with authority And I ain't talking congressmen and I ain't talking politics Lookin' for freaks, freaks lookin' for sausages But we already know that, so that is all to get Check the name tag, you know who the roster is ATL brand, Hustle H.A.M squad in this *** Like I ain't never had a mic Fresh to death, I see you in the afterlife I eat bars, eat beasts for my appetite You wouldn't know about that, you never had a bite What I gotta do to get some solidarity? Apparently, I need to speak with some more clarity No luck needed, know no charity And I'mma grown man, don't need p-ssy to take care of me B to the O, I said it once befo' If I ain't on your channel, go and look for the remote Already graduated, yeah, you see the cap n robe But now you couldn't see me 'less you had a telescope I'm Bedrock bumpin', three strikes sumpin Call me Jack o' Lantern, I get head like pumpkins It's nothin', roll up the stuffin' Put it in the oven, gettin baked like muffins If you ain't know, I guess I have to introduce ya To my side of town, somethin' you ain't really used to Body blow, uppercut, I do more than brusin' Keep f-cking with me and you ain't gon' have no future