Testo Behind ya back / purple mountain B.O.B

Behind ya back / purple mountain

I'm on some shit, I'm on some shit
I don't want a bitch that don't wanna bitch
She been at the gym eating humus and shit
She crushin' on me cause I'm conscious and shit

Bitch ain't no time so I'm straight, throw them clothes down if you want some
If you ain't 'bout it then don't come, I know I'm the shit cause I'm on one
Finna nosegrind like a skateboard, that's your bitch? Well I ain't sure
You a square, nigga, there's a name for it
You were forced [?]
Niggas act like they don't know where I'm coming from
Niggas act like I'm supposed to stay away from ratchet shit like I ain't from the slums
Niggas act like they don't see me but they always keep my fuckin' letters on they tongue
Internet thugs online but they scary M. Night Shyamalan
Niggas claim they want my conscious lyrics but ain't appreciate it when they had it
Niggas act like they gon' hold you down but when you need a favor where they hiding?
Bitches act like they ain't hoeing every time another hoe is right beside 'em
Yeah we fucked, so what bitch? Go and tell the whole hood about it
You a turkey ass jive bitch, hope you die bitch sucking five dicks at a time
Ain't got no type bitch, got a wife bitch and a white bitch, bitch I'm fine
Why deez nigga- why deez nigga- why deez niggas lyin'?
And these niggas ain't loyal either, all these niggas droppin' dimes
Bandz

Y'all niggas gon' find out about me
It took a while to get back up on my feet
And everything that I say, is blown out of place
If I ain't the shit, why they fly around me?

I'm on some shit, I'm on some shit
You hoes is the feds, I swear I'm convinced
I hit a club, you know they gon' strip
I throw all my money like I'm in love with that bitch, I just fuck on that bitch

Look what I gotta do to get respect, that's why I got my boot all in your neck
That's why I never ball without the check, often I get so bored I get depressed
Nowadays it's every man for himself, that's why my loyalty is with the set
I don't know why these niggas fake cool, when they get to actin' I get perplexed
I'm dishonest man and I must confess, I like nigga shit and I like to flex
On my hippie shit, just lost in my head, I forgot that I was still in the flesh
It's too late to try to save who I was, I like bitches and I like to get fresh
How the fuck did Bobby Ray get corrupt, Bobby Ray discovered Bobby himself
And all they can say is you changed, say that you changed
And all they can do to your fame is say that you lame
Remember me right, remember me right
Till the day I'mma die [?] grave
Bandz

Y'all niggas gon' find out about me
It took a while to get back up on my feet
And everything that I say, is blown out of place
If I ain't the shit, why they fly around me?

I'm on some shit, I'm on some shit
You hoes is the feds, I swear I'm convinced
I hit a club, you know they gon' strip
I throw all my money like I'm in love with that bitch, I just fuck on that bitch

[Part 2: Purple Mountain]

[Spoken]
New music, [?] music
Baby-making music, your main lady shaking to it
This the feeling teachers never gave to students
Who get paid too little to raise the stupid
Who learn more from gangster music than basic schoolin'
A whole generation of angry youth who get mistaken as a pain or a nuisance
Distracted by the fame and jewelry, a country where we praise the wicked and shame the clueless
When the enemy is within who do you aim the Nuke at?
Are we really at the top or is that just how're we are trained to view it?
I wonder who made the blueprint? Is it the same bloodline that enslaved the Jewish
Built ships and chained us to, paid a sniper to aim at Luther
Took the World Trade, flew planes into it, and framed the Muslims?
Is probably sound like a scene from your favorite movie
Well wake up, wake up, it don't take brains to do it, it take bank to do it
Welcome to the capital where only the greatest do it
Good intentions is what the road to hell is paved with usually
And bitches swimming bottomless in bottomless ace of spade jacuzzis
Drowing in my own lust, I had the draining fluid out the group think think tank
I outgrew the fishbowl, I snapped your fucking fishing pole
Fuck opinions, they just want me trapped and fucking pigeon-holed
Now snap a fucking picture hoe
Got me feelin' like I don't get it, you don't get it
Yeah there's truth but who gon' spit it?
Yeah I could say it but who gon' get it?
Complicated fuckin' lyrics, who gon' listen?
We all fuckin' hate it man, now who wants physics
I ain't speaking to you all cause you all get it
But see there's projects from Dubai to New York city
You ever wonder why it's called the projects?
Picture the statue of liberty in a Thot dress
I leave you all to your thoughts to process
Sincerely yours truly, God bless