Campaign by B.o.b
[Hook]
One hand on the clutch, life in the fast lane
Money ain't nothing if it can't come the fast way
Chronic chronic chronic, roaches in my ashtray
It's that presidential shit, welcome to my campaign
To my campaign, to my campaign
Same lifestyle ain't a damn thing changed
To my campaign, welcome to my campaign
Same old lifestyle ain't a damn thing change
[Verse 1]
I say my mixtape, better than your album
How come, really you was better off without one
Sideline haters, they can't tolerate the outcome
You the runner up type, me they cannot out run
Sit your whack ass down, Calm the fuck down some
Take a fucking Valium, now DJ crank the volume
Tell her like, keep your head steady I'm about done
Passed out, please don't wake me up until the ounce
come
Uh, I'm in the hood, like an Obama sticker
I'm from the hood, you a neighborhood watch nigga
I fall through with a "made u look," watch nigga
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