My World Is...

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 fucked up on their flyers

It's B-L-you, 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 (Blue)

A product of a God-fearing pastor who was quick to whip my ass 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 (Blu)

Your momma's kitchen, beg your pardon darling listen

I'm a nigga on a mission and these bitches ain't stopping him

Blu (Stop jocking him)

Blu, My world is Blu

So you can ride if you want nigga

I skipped class in school a few times but I ain't dumb nigga

Pitched grass too a few times but I don't pump nigga

Never was the fastest in class but if you put me on the track

I was guaranteed to run niggas

Like back when I was a young spitter

Bitches 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

Blu, (But you can call me)

Blu, (I ain't stopping till)

My world is 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

Nigga 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 gassed 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 shit 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 killers

So I walk down blocks as if the Sun had called me nigga

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 passion that I put in this

But some magazines try to rate me on how good it is

Please fuck a critic nigga 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 assholes; They full of shit

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 nigga that's, (Blu)