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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nick R.o.B
Nick R.o.B
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Kyle Robertson
Nicholas Kyle Robertson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prod by Rose
Prod by Rose
Producer

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I go on and on like Badu
From out the mud to sky views
You couldn't fit in these size 12 shoes
We was getting high in high school
Under the influence, YouTube and watching anime, trying to get paid
Off the Ave it's either rap or ball, jail or get shot
Some **** mad, real **** giving props
I got that hunger I could never stop
Was serving out a Target now it's boss talks at the office, been through a lot
These **** broke and lame complaining on computers
Rich ****, but still smack a cup of noodles
Yeah I'm dripping like a faucet
Pass a joint I'm Rob Stockton
No stocks, we ain't really have an option
I'm trying to eat, fuck a diet, hit a bitch till it's crying
That money burning it's ironic cuz I'm frying
I'm sucka free, it's some guys I cut some ties with
I'm loving the way that she lie to me
I been hacking the matrix, way too rich to act basic
Started out of the basement I guess it is what you make it
Cold world, so the rhythm my blanket
Cut from a different cloth, no relation
Shawty treated me bad, she dead to me I'm moving on
I did some dirt, probably take it to the tomb
Ring on, two tone
Watch my flowers bloom
Yeah you know that Kush my favorite cologne
Yeah I'm from another planet bouncing bars off the moon
All of it
She in love, but ain't seeing me soon
Cuz she only want the benefits
I feel it in the air
They say that I'm arrogant
Where you from? Better carry it
Strap on me like lesbians
This my heron flow
Just let it settle in
No riding bikes, but I'm peddling
I'm touching millys that's the goal
Zack was handing downing me clothes
Last thing that I got handed down was the throne
Shoutouts to mom and pops, they taught me right from wrong
Cuz I probably would of ran up in your home
Started slow and now my **** on
I'm moving faster
Run it up that money long
I'm owning my masters, she masturbating to my songs
Catch up bastards
Where I'm at? Ain't no telling but my mind gone
They ain't make a type of watch for the time I'm on
You ain't seen this shit before
Had to flip that two to four
Selling bags in college watch how fast them O's go
Spit it like an Uzi I just wanna rock n roll
It's RoB
Ugh
Soul never sold
Written by: Nicholas Kyle Robertson
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