King Los - B.o.B. Freestyle lyrics

Okay, I could one hand a full man mission No half-stepping, just full transition Boy got drive like Ford transmissions Just one man and a little ambition No days off while the game all sleep I just play ball, b**h, I'm on a A-Rod streak At it way hard come snow, rain, or sleet Grab a day job, they ain't got a thing on me See those that talk sh** Like I ain't stay down to stand up On my Rosa Park sh** Swag superman, the flow's Clark Kent How bums sleeping on me like Los a park bench? But believe I plan to teach They ain't even made the heights I plan to reach I'm on a run, so hot I need antifreeze But in the mean time, I'm working on my Grammy speech Life hard, go harder Get knocked down, get up, go farther Won't sell my soul for no offer Won't sell out for sh** so don't bother No father, rest in peace Show love to some n***as, to the rest it's “Peace!” Catch a flight then I'm getting back at ya You never leave the home, you're just a back catcher My raps capture the post of the nation Spirit of the hustlers, hope of the Hatian Goals that we chasin', no limitation Provoke innovation of whole generations Yep, I'm on that jet fuel, nephew Catch you, pa** you, lapped you, left you Step one, n***a, watch who you step to Step two, n***a, know what you step for Step three make a n***a take a step back Cause step four make a n***a have to step off Now step five is easy like step one You step to me wrong I make you my stepson That's the father in me I'm sonning these rappers, father MC Ayo, who farther than me? Slash cooler, slash iller, slash smarter than me? Yeah, so tell them hating n***as step off Or watch that .40 throw bullets, Brett Favre With my right arm you get left off Plus I write hooks that hit like a left cross Yup, and my new car special The grill mean like a Q Dog at a step show It's too easy, I'm tellin' you baby boy I'm that motherf**er like Melvin from baby boy Get it? If not get a broke n***a slip knot And k** yourself, that'll help save hip hop Stop walking round this b**h like a big shot You the same type of motherf**er got BIG shot So I'm screaming “Zero!” ‘til this b**h stop Hit hard like a B-Hop rib shot Yup, I love Moms, and I miss Pops Riding ‘til the wheels fall off, no pit stop