Blow Up

La, la la la, la la la
Hey, this is a song for my haters
Yeah, yall got me feeling like the greatest, yeah
Hey, this is a song for my haters
Hey, hey, yall got me feeling like the greatest
Ha, bıtch Im about to blow up
Uh-huh, say what?
Bıtch Im about to blow up
Hey, I came up, I warmed up, the next up
Bıtch Im about to blow up
Huh, uh, now dont it sound legendary?
Live enough to resurrect the dead and buried
This for nıggas who aint satisfied with secondary
This for my sisters who aint satisfied with secretary
Uh, Im blowing up, and bıtch, Im still me
But whats the cost to live your dream, do you feel me?
Everything glittering aint what you think it will be
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
Im starring in this bıtch, and yeah, I write the show
Fucc the haters, Im headed to the place you like to go
They say, 'What you fighting for?' The game is on life support
And Gary Coleman just passed, life is short
Bıtch Im about to blow up
Look Im about to blow up
Yeah, got to the club early
Just to get in free and wait for hoes to show up
Heh, but now its bottles at them tables
Bring the models boy, Im bout to pour up
Uh-huh, you know what?
Huh, bıtch Im 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)
Bıtch Im about to blow up (La la la)
Hey, this is a song for my haters
(Bıtch Im about to blow up)
Yeah, yall got me feeling like the greatest, yeah
(Ha, said Im about to blow up)
Hey, this is a song for my haters
(Uh-huh, bıtch Im about to blow up)
Hey, hey, yall got me feeling like the greatest, yeah
Bıtch Im about to blow up
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 Sally Mae
Thats real as ever, ducking bill collectors like Jehovahs 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 drinking, thinking 'Bıtch I better blow'
I better blow, these hoes aint checking
For no nıgga with no vehicle, you border like Mexico
Heh, hey baby girl, what it look like?
And where ya head at? And what ya cook like?
She said, 'Where your bread at? Or what your whip like?
You aint got one or the other, well brother, good night'
Bıtch Im about to blow up
Look Im about to blow up
Yeah, got to the club early
Just to get in free and wait for hoes to show up
Heh, but now its bottles at them tables
Bring the models boy, Im bout to pour up
Uh-huh, you know what?
Huh, bıtch Im 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)
Bıtch Im about to blow up (La la la)
Hey, this is a song for my haters
(Bıtch Im about to blow up)
Yeah, yall got me feeling like the greatest, yeah
(Ha, said Im about to blow up)
Hey, this is a song for my haters
(Look Im about to blow up)
Hey, hey, yall got me feeling like the greatest, yeah
Bıtch Im about to blow up
Praise God, its hard to stay spiritual
How they got these nıggas on the TV selling miracles?
You mean to tell me everything gon be fine
If I call your hotline and pay $29.99? (Shıt)
Well damn, why aint 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 its case closed
To you nıggas biting my flows and my subject matter
Youll never be me partner so it dont fuccin matter
You try to be and your career will see funerals
And be you, thats when it sounds beautiful
Then maybe you can blow up
And maybe you can blow up
Shıt, but you know what?
For now, bıtch Im about to blow up