B.o.B - Paper Route Lyrics

[Verse 1]You don't know who you're fucking withAin't no Democrat, and by far I'm no RepublicanThis is the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicistAnd I ain't even started, the water ain't even bubblingThe type of talk that'll probably get me in trouble with the lawOr make the government come after me in publicWon't hear this on the radio, this here is not for publishingThis ain’t that bubble gum shit, no, this ain’t that Double MintConsider this a risk, I swear I see them building pyramids brick by brickThey'll aim at anyone bold enough to go against the shitYou don't believe me? Look what happened to the Dixie ChicksIt's like nobody else complainsUntil you try to be more than a nigga with a chainCube already told you: "they corrupted everything"And we're just out here trying to function, trying to maintain[Hook]A hundred miles an hour, running when I hit the groundThoughts moving through my head at the speed of soundI pray my prayers make it through the cloudsI pray in heaven that them fuck niggas ain’t allowedA hundred miles an hour, running when I hit the groundThoughts moving through my head at the speed of soundI pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloudUntil then it's back to the paper route, the paper route[Verse 2]And of course, it's unfortunate that niggas out here robbing for JordansCan we not afford them, but got enough to get a Glock 40Is our views on reality kinda distortedBut still, even though I understand the storyI still fall weak for a booty that's proportionateOn the sexy short bitch, so what's the score?Chilling with some Red dogs, drinking White man's poisonNow that's a forfeitSelling what's for free, that's extortionBut still I'm wondering what families were present when history was recorded[Hook]A hundred miles an hour, running when I hit the groundThoughts moving through my head at the speed of soundI pray my prayers make it through the cloudsI pray in heaven that them fuck niggas ain’t allowedA hundred miles an hour, running when I hit the groundThoughts moving through my head at the speed of soundI pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloudUntil then it's back to the paper route, the paper route[Verse 3]You think you really know what's going on?They're passing laws where they can run up in your own homeCameras on your laptop, TV and your iPhoneThe battery don't come out, that means it's always onSmile and say cheese, yeah niggas, gotcha!I told you fuckers three years ago about The WatchersIf you don't take the microchip, then you can't make no dollarsThis ain't no lovely day for a neighbour, this ain't no Mr RodgersDon't let them fuckers rob us for our freedom and our rightsAnd you be like: "it's on the news so it must be right"Who's pulling the strings? Who's rolling the dice?Who's calling the shots and who's starting the fight?Think twice...[Hook]A hundred miles an hour, running when I hit the groundThoughts moving through my head at the speed of soundI pray my prayers make it through the cloudsI pray in heaven that them fuck niggas ain’t allowedA hundred miles an hour, running when I hit the groundThoughts moving through my head at the speed of soundI pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloudUntil then it's back to the paper route, the paper route