paroles de chanson Blow Up - Neb Doe , King Jase

King Jase

Do anything for the come up
Pen and pad 'til the sun up
The new cash - money so I feel like I'm stunna
The new Roc Nation so I feel like I'm Hoover
Tryna whip on the lamb, not tryna whip on the stove
I said my friend Uncle Sam, he be cutting the dope
No look at what I've became
Came to the game, with a pill for pain
Everybody going numb
So people would kill for pain, like
Novacane you noticed the pain
Money came, you notice the change
Clothes change, you notice the plane
That mean I'm on my fly shit
Bulletproof in the booth
Nino on my side shit
Tell me what's your process
How you get things done?
Tell me how you scheming
Do you really fall asleep?
Cuz I'm awake and dreaming
Late nights be the time to write
Pen to the fucking pad
Turn these wrongs to right
And I ain't hit it in a while
Need that loud tonight
And I ain't worried
About nobody that be putting me down
I'm the young king up
You can look at this crown and make your judgement
Talking about when I'm falling down
Well, that's redundant

Gotta pull up for this show now
For this Doe now
All these hoes around
Cuz they love the sound
Is it from the music? Is it from the loud?
My head's in the clouds
I counted how many times they gave up on me
So when they ask
I tell em I got nothing
Blessings on blessings, oh God keep them coming
Got the ride in the Jeep to keep it running
And that new V12, fasten up your seat belts
Tryna speed past hell, just to make it to heaven
I chew through beats tryna eat well
We don't really need help
Self-made so get with the steppin'