Lyrics

[Intro] I've got something to say [Verse 1] I done took an attitude, but I'm still winning And they wanna see me quit, but I'm just beginning On my side, you gotta keep it loyal to the ending Mama's crying every day, that's just the art of livin' Yeah this shit is crazy, but to me it's real Some niggas not for real, they just got a deal I know y'all heard that nigga, gotta keep the steel R.I.P. my broski, I know y'all feel my feel Yo' name can't go cold, long as my blood hot I'm a take you and me straight to the top We had a fuckin' plan, we had a fuckin' plot Was all through the land, we rolled through every block This shit is serious, it got me fucked up I can't trust a soul, to me, that's fucked up I only trusted one, trust with that last gut But that nigga, he ain't here, he dropped his last blunt But I'm a hold it down, until my last gust JoJo had fans, just ask the pastor On the e-way got that call, grandmama gassed up Glad to hear my voice, I'm her last grandson [Chorus] It's time to blow up, it's time for blast off And I'ma only keep it real, they tryna send you off Over anything, the opps'll try to knock you off Every hood they losing bodies, this a holocaust It's time to blow up, it's time for blast off You gotta think fast, they'll take your cap off Over anything, the opps'll try to knock you off Youngins killing just for fun, these streets a holocaust [Verse 2] Took it light at first, I know we hold good I domed a couple blunts, thinkin' my bro good I called them real niggas, I called the whole hood Swole as hell up in the E, we act just like we should Doctor say "Mother and brother, can I have a word?" Took us to the back, he said he had a loss for words One shot to the back, traveled to his heart Niggas say they feel my pain, but I don't got no heart This is more than rap, you gotta play your part Some niggas meet the end, before they get to start It's like a chess game, you gotta play your part I just grab the fucking pen and push it like a cart Then that shit happened, fans ran to my car We more famous then these niggas that's on Worldstar But I don't pay attention, cause I'm a born star R.I.P. to Joseph Coleman, you a Worldstar [Chorus] It's time to blow up, it's time for blast off And I'ma only keep it real, they tryna send you off Over anything, the opps'll try to knock you off Every hood they losing bodies, this a holocaust It's time to blow up, it's time for blast off You gotta think fast, they'll take your cap off Over anything, the opps'll try to knock you off Youngins killing just for fun, these streets a holocaust