J. Cole - Gladiators lyrics

[Verse One: B.o.B] Okay so I'm on the beat, what am I supposed to rhyme? What am I supposed to do in this booth? Am I to flow a line? What am I a spokesman now? What am I a poster child? What am I supposed to smile? What am I supposed to be the dopest MC to hold this down? What if I wasn't poor as a child? What if I didn't grow up in doubt? I probably shouldn't be smoking so much my mind is over fried But still I notice how Them same folks will smile in your face, but behind your back them same folk will frown But that's enough about them, talk about me Yes, it's B to the O, I said B to the O and to the B I owe it to the streets And I ain't trying to brag, but you know your boys a beast And yeah I gotta eat cause my groceries on this beat And my song will carry on 'til I no longer speak My soul is also Kosher added to the fact I'm cheap And I put that on my grandma Othella so Rest In Peace Hater [Verse Two: J. Cole] A many blessings sent from heaven thanking God to be alive Flight attendant woke me up said Mr.Cole you have arrived, welcome In this game the price of fame is steep, Lord help 'em Keep 'em sane Prayin' that the heat won't melt 'em I'm headed to the top I couldn't be more welcome Took the lead role, now look I'm right outside ya peephole That's for the crown holders Never would I dethrone But if you ever leave home don't worry I keep your seat warm So yeah I'm Simba in a sense I'm the prince, you impostors no Mufasas, but there's Oscars for you gents When I say I'm better then you n***as don't mean no offense But is clear with no tints man just check the fingerprints You'll see we not the same I got a sh** list with lot's of names And plus hit list with of rappers I'mma co*k and aim Then it's who shot ya man Finally figured out the game Got nothin' to lose And a whole f**in' lot to gain