Ol’ Dirty Bastard B.o.B

[Intro]
I won't fuck you, you can't even sing
Yeah, sing you of bitches (Ahh)
Baby I like it raw (East side shit)
Baby I like it raw
Baby I like it raw (East side)
Baby I like it raw (East side)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, think about the game and what it could be
If all these niggas pay producers how they pay for pussy
Serious what you took me, a quick as how you lookin'
All these rappers cookie cutters
Rockin' crop tops, coochie cutters
Long way from drp tops and coogie sweaters
I'm in between two different eras though
You and you and you and you and you are all identical
Fuck the clone I can't even tell who the original
Mandela effect, I cannot remember you
As far as conscious rappers go I do what they pretend to do
So what have you assumed? How a pop nigga got the biggest nuts in the room
How you, how you conscious runnin' for Congress
Ain't this the system that put your people in bondage?
Ain't this the system that sprinkled diseases on the original people?
Gave us a book and a steeple, got niggas hooked on the needle?
And drug money, casino money
We don't ever see no money
Unless of course you got a degree or somethin'
From the school that the elite funded
Okay, you need a degree to make digits
You work your whole life to pay back tuition
By the time you retire, all of your four children have drained all your pension
Now they need tuition