[Verse 1: Blu]
Yeah, you know my name rings a bell
Or should I say rocks 'em. I'm shell toe rockin
Females I don't got 'em but get em with no problem
And I don't pack stadiums yet, I still rock em
And they still spell my name f**ed up on their flyers
It's B-L-U, and if you see the E, drop 'em
It's like they dropped E from the beats E's dropping
Got your peeps eavesdropping and the world keeps watching him
(Huh c ya'll)
I see 'em checking out the scenery, they seem to be jocking him
Chicks scream his name out from the bleachers like they proud of him (BLUUU)
A product of a God-fearing pastor who was quick to whip my a** but his whoppings wasn't hot enough
So I flow conscious but still rep the Koochie Monstas
And still crush the competition no kid is hotter than (BLUUU)
Your momma's kitchen, beg your pardon darling listen
I'm a n***a on a mission and these b**hes ain't stopping him
[Hook:]
Blu (Stop jocking him)
Blu, My world is Blu
[Verse 2: Blu]
So you can ride if you want n***a
I skipped cla** in school a few times but I ain't dumb n***a
Pitched gra** too a few times but I don't pump n***a
Never was the fastest in cla** but if you put me on the track
I was guaranteed to run n***as
Like back when I was a young spitter
b**hes used to ask me kick a flow to em
Next thing you know I'm stroking em
But I was into older ones kind of like my teachers
On the first day of school I would say it's nice to meet ya I'm...
[Hook:]
Blu, (But you can call me)
Blu, (I ain't stopping till)
My world is Blu
[Verse 3: Blu]
And my mission's just beginning call it Genesis
I'm God's eye messenger but the devil's nemesis, It's no better predicament
I'm straightenin' out the facts cause you twisting it
n***a this a Bridgetown crown rocker not a fake affiliate
I been in many cliques but this is where soldiers are bred
And many members fell off cause they didn't know the ledge cause
They heads got ga**ed up, they still ain't got no drive
I'ma ride till I crash and I still ain't got a ride
I move slow cause bro I got a lot on my mind
That's why I'm quick to get to pieces when I'm jotting my lines
Still grinding at the drop of a dime
Trying to rob the world for every cent cause sh** I owe a lot to my moms
And I ain't stopping till I change it for my 5 little sisters
Cause the view from their window consist of strippers and hookers
And all my brothers see is the pushers, hustlers and k**ers
So I walk down blocks as if the sun had called me n***a
Mad at the world
But Nas told me it was mine right before Halftime
But it's 4th quarter and we just getting it
Lying for the benefits
I told you If I wrote I'm sticking with every cent of it
Cause if it goes down I'ma be sinking with my penmanship...just like a captain
And you can only imagine how much pa**ion that I put in this
But some magazines try to rate me on how good it is
Please f** a critic n***a this is my life; if you ain't put in it
Don't think I need your two cents now like you been pushing it
Cause opinions are a**holes; They full of sh**
And everybody's got one, if not they trying to cop one
I'm balancing my options...
I can be hustling on the block or moving rocks like It's under construction
Or really busting for change cause I want to come out of these boots
Like I'm superman here to save the day
And hear the crowd screaming my name
Like, "look up on the stage it's a bird, it's a plane"
No n***a that's, Bluuuuu