God Is Gracious B.o.B

[Verse 1]
God is gracious, God is good
I thank God I made it out the hood
Misguided, misunderstood
Eyes red like Riding Hood
Though around my hood, I probably don’t get the hoorah I should
Cause I don’t sound as Atlanta I sound as hood
I ain’t sound as gutter I wasn't around the crooks
I should write a book called Anti-Social
Circles so small that the shit’s an oval
I don’t know I guess I’m not as soulful
I don’t know I guess I’m not as local
I don’t know I guess I’m way to boastful
All these shows man I way too global
Trusting these hoes man I’m way too hopeful
Speaking my mind man I’m way to vocal
And I’m way too loco
And it’s crazy how niggas can see their self
When they look at you and believe their self
In the ring you the people’s champ
Till they see them rings and they see them belts
Now you done bossed up with your conceited self
Changed up, you need to be yourself
Whatever the fuck that is
And fuck this rap shit
Whatever the fuck that is
It’s more to Atlanta than just being a dumb black nigga and a slum black kid
It’s more to Atlanta than just being a conscious rapper with some content
On a compact disc in a backpack with some nappy ass hair
Just so you can feel more black
Fuck it I’m back
Bobby Ray Bands