B.O.B

Yeah, it's Los

And this is, Zero

Uh, uh

Take you to the next level now baby

Let's go

You know a lot of ppl do what they do

But not too many peolpe do it the way I do it

Ya feel me

Baltimore City

I'm goin' in

Okay, I could one hand a full man mission

No half-stepping, just full transition

Boy got drive like Ford transmissions

Just one man and a little ambition

No days off while the game all sleep

I just play ball

Bitch, I'm on a A-Rod streak

At it way hard come snow, rain, or sleet

Grab a day job, they ain't got a thing on me

See those that talk shit

Like I ain't stay down to stand up

On my Rosa Park shit

Swag superman, the flow's Clark Kent

How bums sleeping on me like Los a park bench?

But believe I plan to teach

They ain't even made the heights I plan to reach

I'm on a run, so hot I need antifreeze

But in the mean time, I'm working on my Grammy speech

Life hard, go harder

Get knocked down, get up, go farther

Won't sell my soul for no offer

Won't sell out for shit so don't bother

No father, rest in peace

Show love to some niggas, to the rest it's "Peace! "

Catch a flight then I'm getting back at ya

You never leave the home, you're just a back catcher

My raps capture the post of the nation

Spirit of the hustlers, hope of the Hatian

Goals that we chasin', no limitation

Provoke innovation of whole generations

Yep, I'm on that jet fuel, nephew

Catch you, pass you, lapped you, left you

Step one, nigga, watch who you step to

Step two, nigga, know what you step for

Step three make a nigga take a step back

Cause step four make a nigga have to step off

Now step five is easy like step one

You step to me wrong I make you my step, son

That's the father in me

I'm sonning these rappers, father MC

Ayo, who farther than me?

Slash cooler, slash iller, slash smarter than me?

Yeah, so tell them hating niggas step off

Or watch that.40 throw bullets, Brett Favre

With my right arm you get left off

Plus I write hooks that hit like a left cross

Yup, and my new car special

The grill mean like a Q Dog at a step show

It's too easy, I'm tellin' you baby boy

I'm that motherfucker like Melvin from Baby Boy

Get it?

If not get a broke nigga slip knot

And kill yourself, that'll help save hip hop

Stop walking round this bitch like a big shot

You the same type of motherfucker got BIG shot

So I'm screaming "Zero! " 'til this bitch stop

Hit hard like a B-Hot rib shop

Yup, I love Moms, and I miss Pops

Riding 'til the wheels fall off, no pit stop