Exile - My World Is lyrics

[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