Blow Up

La, la la la, la la la

Hey, this is a song for my haters

Yeah, y'all got me feeling like the greatest, yeah

Hey, this is a song for my haters

Hey, hey, y'all got me feeling like the greatest

Ha, bıtch I'm about to blow up

Uh-huh, say what?

Bıtch I'm about to blow up

Hey, I came up, I warmed up, the next up

Bıtch I'm about to blow up

Huh, uh, now don't it sound legendary?

Live enough to resurrect the dead and buried

This for nıggas who ain't satisfied with secondary

This for my sisters who ain't satisfied with secretary

Uh, I'm blowing up, and bıtch, I'm still me

But what's the cost to live your dream, 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 starring in this bıtch, and yeah, I write the show

Fucc the haters, I'm 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 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

Heh, but now it's bottles at them tables

Bring the models boy, I'm 'bout to pour up

Uh-huh, you know what?

Huh, bıtch 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)

Bıtch I'm about to blow up (La la la)

Hey, this is a song for my haters

(Bıtch I'm about to blow up)

Yeah, y'all got me feeling like the greatest, yeah

(Ha, said I'm about to blow up)

Hey, this is a song for my haters

(Uh-huh, bıtch I'm about to blow up)

Hey, hey, y'all got me feeling like the greatest, yeah

Bıtch I'm 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

That's real as ever, ducking 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 drinking, thinking "Bıtch I better blow"

I better blow, these hoes ain't 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 ain't got one or the other, well brother, good night"

Bıtch 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

Heh, but now it's bottles at them tables

Bring the models boy, I'm 'bout to pour up

Uh-huh, you know what?

Huh, bıtch 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)

Bıtch I'm about to blow up (La la la)

Hey, this is a song for my haters

(Bıtch I'm about to blow up)

Yeah, y'all got me feeling like the greatest, yeah

(Ha, said I'm about to blow up)

Hey, this is a song for my haters

(Look I'm about to blow up)

Hey, hey, y'all got me feeling like the greatest, yeah

Bıtch I'm about to blow up

Praise God, it's 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 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 nıggas biting my flows and my subject matter

You'll never be me partner so it don't fuccin' matter

You try to be and your career will see funerals

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Then maybe you can blow up

And maybe you can blow up

Shıt, but you know what?

For now, bıtch I'm about to blow up