Blow Up

Lyrics

[Intro] La, la-la-la, la-la-la [Chorus] Hey, this is a song for my haters Yeah, y'all got me feelin' like the greatest, yeah Hey, this is a song for my haters Hey, hey, y'all got me feelin' like the greatest, yeah [Post-Chorus] Hah, bitch, I'm about to blow up Uh-huh, say what? Bitch, I'm about to blow up Hey, I came up, I warmed up, the next up Bitch, I'm about to blow up [Verse 1] Huh, uh, now don't it sound legendary? Live enough to resurrect the dead and buried This for niggas who ain't satisfied with secondary This for my sisters who ain't satisfied with secretary Uh, I'm blowin' up, and, bitch, I'm still me But what's the cost to live your dreams, do you feel me? Everything glittering ain't what you think it will be Funny how money, chains, and whips make me feel free I'm starrin' in this bitch and, yeah, I write the show Fuck the haters, I'm headed to the place you like to go They say, "What you fightin' for? The game is on life support" Ayy, Gary Coleman just passed, life is short [Pre-Chorus] Bitch, I'm about to blow up Look, I'm about to blow up Yeah, got to the club early just to get in free and wait for hoes to show up Man, but now it's bottles at them tables, bring the models, boy, I'm 'bout to pour up Uh-huh, you know what? Huh Bitch, I'm about to blow up (La) Left side, left side, hey (La-la-la) Right side, right side, uh-huh (La-la-la) Left side, left side, hey (La-la-la) Bitch, I'm about to blow up (La-la-la) [Chorus] Hey, this is a song for my haters (Bitch, I'm about to blow up) Yeah, y'all got me feelin' like the greatest, yeah (Hah, said I'm about to blow up) Hey, this is a song for my haters (Uh-huh, look, I'm about to blow up) Hey, hey, y'all got me feelin' like the greatest, yeah (Yeah, bitch, I'm about to blow up) [Verse 2] Mama say I should reconsider law school That means I wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful? Hell naw, got a degree, but what that cost you? You make a good salary just to pay Sallie Mae That's real as ever, duckin' bill collectors Like Jehovah's Witness when they showed up at your door at Christmas Was broke as dishes, tryna let it go Hit the club, she drop it low, lower than my credit score Account overdraft, what I got this debit for? So much debt, it got me drinkin', thinkin', "Bitch, I better blow" I better blow These hoes ain't checkin' for no nigga with no vehicle, you border like Mexico, huh Ayy, baby girl, what it look like? Ayy, where your head at? Ayy, what you cook like? She say, "Where your bread at or what your whip like? You ain't got one or the other, well, brother, good night" [Pre-Chorus] Bitch, I'm about to blow up Look, I'm about to blow up Yeah, got to the club early just to get in free and wait for hoes to show up Man, but now it's bottles at them tables, bring the models, boy, I'm 'bout to pour up Uh-huh, you know what? Huh Bitch, I'm about to blow up (La) Left side, left side, hey (La-la-la) Right side, right side, uh-huh (La-la-la) Left side, left side, hey (La-la-la) Bitch, I'm about to blow up (La-la-la) [Chorus] Hey, this is a song for my haters (Bitch, I'm about to blow up) Yeah, y'all got me feelin' like the greatest, yeah (Uh, said I'm about to blow up) Hey, this is a song for my haters (Yeah, look, I'm about to blow up) Hey, hey, y'all got me feelin' like the greatest, yeah (Bitch, I'm about to blow up) [Verse 3] Praise God, it's hard to stay spiritual How they got these niggas on the TV sellin' miracles? You mean to tell me everything gon' be fine If I call your hotline and pay twenty-nine ninety-nine? Shit Well, damn, why ain't you say so? Take this check and ask God to multiply all my pesos And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes I saved her number just in case, but now it's case closed To you niggas bitin' my flows and my subject matter You'll never be me, partner, so it don't fuckin' matter You try to be and your career'll see funerals Hey, be you, that's when it sounds beautiful Then maybe you can blow up And maybe you can blow up Shit, but you know what? For now, bitch, I'm about to blow up