[Hook x2: B.o.B]
Well people gon' be people, ain't nobody gon' change
But we can keep it peaceful if we leave it the same
If you don’t go there, don’t go there, don’t go there
No, don’t go there

[Verse 1: Metis]
Yeah, I'm looking for the opening, never hoping, so they plotting
Only option is to get it, wanna feel it in my pocket
This is cockpit, seated
I fucked up the beat and send it flowers next morning
Just to consummate the meeting
Constantly I keep 'em positively in the deep end
I worked in the pitch, yeah the Wall Street end
I cross lines
At boarders, it was formally forbidden
Forward thinking, living 4th and 15, I'm going in 'em
In it to win it, not talking 'bout lyrics
In business it's my fifth year in Oakland, squeezing lemons
I graduated, same shit, different I.V
Too many Iovines for n***as looking just like me now
Where'd all the Spike Lees get up and go to?
Singing show tunes, pumping [?], eating tofu
I hit the yellow tail, on occasion
Walking contradiction, look deep, man
[Hook x2: B.o.B.]

[Verse 2: Metis]
Every spot got a different set a rules to adhere to
To steer through, get the clear view and check the rearview
And check your fear too, make sure they hear you
Know that they living they dream and keep 'em near too
I see an ear or two perking, shit is dark
Opening the window spreading out the curtain
For certain people, the flow has addictive effect
Like every sequel, is somehow better than the next
I'm an icon, dog