Yeah Uh Uh huh uh huh

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, you know my name rings a bell
Or should I say rocks em. I'm shelltoe 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 Fu*%ed up on they flyers
It's B-L-U and if you see the E drop em It's like the dropped
E from the beats E is droppin got you peeps eavesdropping and the world keeps watching him
(Huh c ya'll)
I see em checking out the scenery They seem to be jockin em
Chicks scream his name out from the bleachers like the proud of em (BLUUU)
A product of a God fearing pastor who was quick to whip my ass but his whoopins
Wasn't hot enough So I flo conscious but still rep the coochie monsters
And still crush the competition no kid is hotter than (BLUUU) you momma's kitchen beg your pardon darling listen I'm a nigga on a mission and this B*%? es ain't stopping

(Stop jockin em)
My world is Blu

[Verse 2:]
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 spitta Bitches used
To ask me kick a flo to em next thing you know I'm stroking em
But I was into older ones kinda like my teachers on the first day of
School I would say it's nice to meet ya I'm...

(But you can call me)
(I ain't stopping till)
My world is Blu

[Verse 3:]
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
Straighten out the facts cause you twistin it Nigga this a Bridgetown crown
Rocker not a fake affiliate I been in many clicks but this is with soldiers
I bread and many members fell off cause they didn't know the ledge cause
They heads got gased up the still ain't got no drive I'm a ride till I crash and
I still ain't gotta ride I move slow cause bro I got a lot on my mind
That's why I'm quick to give you pieces when I'm jottin my lines still
Grinding at the drop of a dime tryna rob the world for every cent cause s*%t
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, hustlas and killas so I walk down blocks as
If the sun had called me nigga made at the world
Nas told me it was mines 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'm a
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 fu*k a critic nigga this is my life if you ain't put in it don't think
I need ya two cents now while you been pushin it cause opinions are assholes
They full of sh%t and everybody's got one if not they tryna 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 wanna come
Out of these boots like I'm superman here to save the dame and hear the
Crowd screaming my name like look up on the stage it's a bird it's a plane
Naw nigga that's


Lyrics submitted by MARS is purple

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