Beast Mode Songtext - B.o.B.

I really don't know how long I've been doing this shit
I guess 2010's the first year you gave a shit
I was the underdog so please excuse me a bit
I need some space some please someone make me some room in this bitch

Cause I'm in Beast mode, beast mode
Give me those beats I eat those
All day I don't sleep no
I don't even know what I got sheets for
Them pillow cases and bed frames oh nah take that, don't need those
So high I don't get high, don't even know what I got weed for
People I'm in beast mode, why'd you think I got these teeth for
Why do I rep that east side and why do they all call me B.O
But see I need this beat for
Anybody fed my ego
Back in the hood at east shows
So we take hood wherever we go
Please know, I am as loyal as loyalty is when it's gave
Dedicated, determined, dependable
So I admit it myself
Yes I committed myself to the game
Don't be letting them tell you them lies
We make the industry real when it's fake
So stay meditating so your head is facing into the direction you aim bitch!

Okay then, know what my name is
Excuse my language but I'm fed up with the same shit
They say they love me but its really cause I'm famous see
My momma told me this back when I was nameless

Running at a hundred kilometers
Pretty soon I'mma leave Earth
Earthlings, or whatever Human beings, I'mma beast
Your a feast, curly fries, onion rings
This is not a fucking game
Aint no referee's involved
This is military combat soldiers standing guard round my yard
Entourage, ham squad to be exact, smoking ham, smacking back
Take your girl have her back, we don't want her round my team
She's a slut and she's a freak, but you don't know cause she's discreet
I swear I see everything thats a bit, man I'm fed up to my neck with the stress
I could use a wish Hayley where you at
I guess the only exception to these girls is that I rap
But I only attack
Cause I'm in beast mode, just beast mode
Everybody know I'm a muthafucking impostor, monster
And a (?) shoulda been my sponsor
But sometimes I wonder, what is this race I run for
I don't give a fuck about numbers so I find it ironic
These niggas get mad at me, talking all sideways with they eyes glazed
They mad cause I'm straight
What the mind see's the eyes say
And they say that I went pop and the streets say
I aint hip hop but if this not let the shit stop

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