[Hook: B.o.B.]
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If you think that I'm outgunned
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If you think that I'll run
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If you think that it's over
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You couldn't be more wrong (couldn't be more wrong)
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If you think that it's done
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If you think that you won
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If you think that it's over
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You couldn't be more wrong
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[Verse 1: B.o.B.]
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I think it's funny that they think they got us all beat and defeated
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I swear they must be dreaming 'cause they think that we're retreating
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Yeah, they be the type, constantly in search for beefing
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'Till they see it, then that ass become a vegan
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That's why on this beat it's no doubt
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Ya'll already know I'm 'bout my flow, muthafuckas say I sold out?
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Must be talking about my shows
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Matter of fact, anytime that you finna reach for a dream or a goal or for anything
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You will have many enemies, look at Jesus and Martin and Lincoln and Kennedy
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: B.o.B.]
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Yeah, impostors hate the truth because you tell it
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So I know when they around, they so jealous, I can smell it
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The haters always die, the prestigious never perish
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So I'll be never buried
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That's why I'm never threatened by these little boys with big toys
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They can't aim, it's piss poor, what you holding the clip for?
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Put the gun down, get a clipboard
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So tell them haters that they better pipe down,
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We bring Hell like a red man with a black beard and a pitchfork
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Spodee]
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Uh, you totally incorrect if you thought that it was some pressure
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With each endeavor I treasure raises my level of pleasure
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I'm flabbergasted by fellas, really think that they can see me
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I'm saving my special specimens specifically for T.V
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Ohhh, what 'till they see me out with a case so straight make a fake hoe hate
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Me and Bobby Ray like this, okay, man a plastic surgeon can't fix her face
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All these rap niggas shit so gay, and I'm a keep pimping until that bitch locate
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My foot in the ass of a prick okay, say you harder than Grand Hustle, bitch, no way
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[Hook]
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Wrong
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B.O.B. |