paroles de chanson Blow Up - Ryan Blades

Out of everyone I'm rhyming the best
My outer physical is digital but visible I'm live in the flesh
I'm highly direct, imply? I reply with my chest
I'm high on respect, the ominous indominus rex
You niggas acting on the Gram like you were hired for a movie role
I really went and built a 12 thousand dollar studio
Straight independent, charge PayPal or debit
And I'm good with my name 'cause I don't play round with credit
I work harder than you do, for Jordan's they be my new shoes
She's waving at me "you who", her boyfriend don't have a blues clue
He's out being faithful while shorty be meeting new dudes
Playing the game backwards while women be making new rules
I'm about copp me a Oyster Perpetual
Unfortunately that's just a way to get hoes to respect you
I'm really cool and chill for real it's my flow that's eventful
And make me a millionaire 'cause my goals are essential
I'm a starter getting rest, going back in the game
Got my eyes on the bread, turn my back on the fame
You can fumble you can even get sacked on the play
As long as you don't quit and get your ass back in the game

By the way I put in work, boy I better blow up
By the way I put in work, boy I better blow up
By the way I put in work, boy I better blow up
By the way I put in work, boy I better blow up

This shit's sounding so heroic, had my powers back from way back
I'm 10 toes standing I'm a champion like I'm Jay Blac
Battle me? Only one man leaving just like a cage match
Did he (Diddy) or did he not know I was a bad? Boy, take that!
Ain't no fathers where I'm from, and a lack of money
Then they wonder why we shooting 'cause we actually hungry
Offer us social assistance, it's just enough to keep most as a victim
They in the burbs while we socially distance
But just like Maya Angelou, homie still I rise
And if they try to take my pride it's the steel I rise
The grip beside me to get a homi, incentivized
Strictly a body no kamikaze, I'm vilified
From an era where my jeans were really lime green
Now I'm only about my paper like I'm Don King
I asked her if she wanted sausage like I'm Tom Green
I plan to make my flow blow, that's a bomb scheme
Blades

By the way I put in work, boy I better blow up
By the way I put in work, boy I better blow up
By the way I put in work, boy I better blow up
By the way I put in work, boy I better blow up