Blow Up

Hey, this is a song for my haters Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest Yeah, hey, this is a song for my haters Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest Ha, bitch, I'm about to blow up Bitch, I'm about to blow up Hey I came up I warmed up the next up Bitch I'm about to blow up 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 blowing and bitch 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 bitch and yeah I write the show Fuck 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 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 But now it's bottles at them tables, bring the models boy I'm about to po' up Uh ha, you know what Bitch, I'm about to blow up Left side, left side Right side, right side Left side, left side, hey Bitch, I'm about to blow up Hey, this is a song for my haters Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest Yeah, hey, this is a song for my haters Hey, hey, you got me feeling like the greatest Bitch, I'm about to blow up Mama said I should reconsider law school That means I wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful Hell nah, 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 "Bitch I better blow" I better blow These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle You border like Mexico Hey, baby girl, what it look like And where ya head at And what ya cook like She said where ya bread at And what your whip like You ain't got one or the other well, brother, goodnight 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 But now it's bottles at them tables, bring the models boy I'm about to po' up Uh ha, you know what Bitch, I'm about to blow up Left side, left side Right side, right side Left side, left side, hey Bitch, I'm about to blow up Hey, this is a song for my haters Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest Yeah, hey, this is a song for my haters Hey, hey, you got me feeling like the greatest Bitch, I'm about to blow up Praise God, it's hard to stay spiritual How they got these niggas on the TV selling miracles You mean to tell me everything gon be fine If I call your hotline and pay 29.99 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 biting my flows and my subject matter You'll never be me partner so it don't fucking matter You try to be and your career will see funerals And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful Then maybe you could blow up And maybe you could blow up Shit, but you know what? For now, bitch, I'm about to blow up

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