B.O.B. - How 2 Rap lyrics

Now open your mind up and listen you n***as I am the master, the guru and after I school you I'm skinning you n***as You finished, I'm making chinchillas out n***as You should be embarra**ed I'm thinking 'bout rapping, it's k**ing you n***as Consider this tax for the swag that my city has given you n***as And I know I'm the man, no, I don't need no Grammy award on my mantle Know it don't matter, the beat it don't matter, the style, any flow I can channel You see I'm from Atlanta, east side of Decatur, If you notice the way that I talk is vernacular, this is my actual grammer I got n***as nervous cause whatever lane I'm in I'mma handle Your lyrics are wack and emotionally shallow You lost in my thoughts, you don't know how to paddle I know that I'm shining, I know that I'm shining Don't worry cause you can find shade in my shadow From my point of view there's so many dead rappers sh**, all we need is a memorial banner My first mixtape, they all said I sounded like Drake Then they said my album was pop, didn't really sound like the mixtape Now I'm doing what I started, now they telling me I changed I head underrated so much you would swear it was my name Ain't no rappers on my list Come holla at me when you're done riding each others dick 25 million singles worlwide, I'll guess I'll take another hit Matter of fact I find this rap sh** boring, man I'm over it Give me my guitar pick, I'll show you sh**