Frankie Limon (Explicit) - B.o.B

Lyrics by：Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr.

I got a six shooter for the top five vets

And then one bullet left to play Russian roulette

I'm Nostradamus I've seen your future it's too late

All y'all n***as suspect I guess crimes what can I say

So f**k you and your mob ties

This the part of the film where your mob dies I got 'em

N***a flip and spit hot coals

I showed you n***as how to go diamond like I was mining hope

My mind's a playground where my mood swings

But I ain't here to play though I'm more like Plato

Y'all n***as Play Doh

I'm the man of the hour

Like I'm in your factory flour

You n***as ain't that hard to find

Should be a fine to get in line like d**n one at a time

Like how you n***as make it this far

I never babysit my liquor but I raise the bar

I left the 'gram to cut a album n***as thought I was dead

And I ain't talking diet when I say you n***as fed

I get to sliding on 'em

And then I get to Frankie Limon on 'em

Veganism feminism government hypnotism

I'm just speaking facts bro this ain't even lyricism

I drop a gem but n***as carry the mask

Gas tank on empty but the car full of gas

Why do fools gotta try me though

Like I ain't got a .308 rifle scope

N***a you ain't saying s**t I'm about to blow

Tell a rap n***a park it like a automobile

I ain't got no more chill f**k you and your mob guys

This the part of the flick where the mob dies

And all of the gods rise

Gorilla Godzilla god n***a vibe n***a

I don't need no props n***a

I just raise my stocks n***a

Don't say I'm pro black f**k n***as

I trust everything but n***as what n***a

And if you knew what I knew

The government'll back up off of you too boo

You had the ball but you fumbled though

Your bills piling up you must live in Buffalo

I don't want no respect from you

Sent your girl home in a Uber XL to be respectable

N***as gon' start to question you

How you grown getting bullied

I guess mind did not developed fully

I'm going bat s**t n***as scared to wipe their a*ses

Yeah I'm from a different bracket

Rapping on a track where 2Pac did a verse for Michael Jackson

Got the flash drive in my jacket

Why the fools drop out

Before you try me try crack s**t

Tell a n***a park it like Jurassic

Country a*s you gotta admit above average

I just bagged your b***h with an iPhone 6

I showed you magic when y'all was getting no bread

On that Atkins

High hopes for hell

They say in war you must opress the mill

N***as said they woke and unskeptical

Same mentality you just replace Jesus with vegetables