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, b*tch, I'm about to blow up
Uh-huh, say what?
b*tch, I'm about to blow up
Hey, I came up, I warmed up, the next up
b*tch, 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 n*ggas who ain't satisfied with secondary
This for my sisters who ain't satisfied with secretary
Uh, I'm blowin' up, and, b*tch, 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 b*tch and, yeah, I write the show
f*ck 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]
b*tch, 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
b*tch, 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)
b*tch, I'm about to blow up (La-la-la)

[Chorus]
Hey, this is a song for my haters (b*tch, 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, b*tch, 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', "b*tch, I better blow"
I better blow
These hoes ain't checkin' for no n*gga 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]
b*tch, 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
b*tch, 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)
b*tch, I'm about to blow up (La-la-la)

[Chorus]
Hey, this is a song for my haters (b*tch, 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 (b*tch, I'm about to blow up)

[Verse 3]
Praise God, it's hard to stay spiritual
How they got these n*ggas 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? sh*t
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 n*ggas bitin' my flows and my subject matter
You'll never be me, partner, so it don't f*ckin' 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
sh*t, but you know what?
For now, b*tch, I'm about to blow up