Текст B.o.B – Campaign

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

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
Ha, Pissin niggas off like swastikas

Hook

Verse 2 — Playboy Tre
I’m campaigning with my Ace, he just beat a case
So we got liquor by the crates, yellin fuck the state
I guess you could say its fate
That we made it from the bottom of the bottom
Where somebody always shooting but don’t nobody know who shot em
I just pray the angels got em, I hope The Lord embrace em