B.O.B. - Campaign lyrics

[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 sh**, welcome to my campaign To my campaign, to my campaign Same lifestyle, ain't a damn thing's changed To my campaign, welcome to my campaign Same old lifestyle, ain't a thing's changed [B.o.B.] I say my mixtape's better than your album How come? Really, you were better off without one Sideline haters, they can't tolerate the outcome You're the runner-up type, me they cannot outrun Sit your whack-a** down, calm the f** down some Take a f**ing Valium, now DJ crank the volume Tell her like "Keep your head steady I'm about done" Pa**ed out, please don't wake me up until the ounce comes I'm in the hood like an Obama sticker I'm from the hood, you're a neighborhood watch n***a I'll fall through with a "made you look", watch n***a Pissing n***as off like swastikas [Hook] [Playboy Tre] I'm campaigning with my Ace, he just beat a case So we've got liquor by the crates, yelling "f** the state" I guess that you can say it's fate That we made it from the bottom of the bottom Where somebody's always shooting, but don't nobody know we shot ‘em I just pray the angels got him, I hope the Lord embrace him I swear to y'all, the streets are Hell That's why I call my pistol Satan If we don't make it then it's back to doing Devilish things Now tell that freak to drop it lower than her self esteem d**h to my opponents, this is my crowning moment The life we livin' can't be rented boy, you gotta own it I'm feelin lethal, sipping Brandy, that Moesha You saw that buzz uppercut, that's how the flow will treat ya [Hook]