Lyrics My World Is... - Blu , Exile

Bluuuuuuu
Yeah Uh Uh huh uh huh

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)
Your momma's kitchen beg your pardon darling listen
I'm a nigga on a mission and these bitches ain't stopping

Blu
(Stop jockin em)
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 spitta
Bitches used to ask me kick a flow 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

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 twistin' it
Nigga this a Bridgetown crown rocker not a fake affiliate
I been in many cliques but this is with soldiers I 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
Imma ride til 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
Mad at the world
But Nas told me it was mines
Right before half time
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 imma 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 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
Bluuuuu

Lift your torches to the heavens
We are the eternal lantern
Guiding us through the misty mist
And the dusty dust
On the straight and narrow path