Blowin' Up In The World

Back in the days was kinda crazy, kid I started out with nothin'
 Wasn't livin' like thanks giving, I was turkey without the stuffin'
 Sometimes I sweared to God that I was headed for the poorhouse
 Say mama caught the drama, she would bleed tryin' to feed 4 mouths
 Wasn't rockin' girbauds, I barely had clothes and when it snowed
 And temperatures droppin' below zero, you know I froze
 No Cd's, a black and white TV, a seat is a rubber tire
 With a hanger for the antenna, turned channels with some pliers
 Had nothin' in my cabinet, but cans of raid
 I'm knockin' on my neighbor's door
 To borrow a cup of sugar for my kool-aid
 I wasn't freshly dipped, my gear was straight ripped, I'm trippin'
 'Cause my winter coat got lost buttons
 And zippers that wouldn't stay zipped
 I never remembered the brother was straight fat cat
 Not even a big mac black, I had kid castle topped with crackerjacks
 Walkin' the streets, with the weak sneaks on my feet
 And the freaks wouldn't speak, I never had lipstick on my cheek
 So much for getting humped from the stunts, I always struck out
 The one y'all likes is takin' hikes if you can't pull a buck out
 So now I gots to dedicate my next plate to all the homeboys and girls
 Straight up baby, I'm blowin' up in the world
 Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
 Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
 I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
 I gotsta get mines, you know what I'm sayin'?
 I'm blowin' up in the world
 Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
 Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
 I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines
 I gotta get mines, I gotsta get mines, yeah
 It seems like only yesterday, my moms was on my back
 Get your butt up out the sack and find a job or hit the road jack
 Black, I don't disown her, I'm just a kid from corona
 With a G.E.D. diploma, with more ribs showin' than Tony rhoma's
 In order to get straight, I gotsta to make a muscle
 Learned to hustle and bustle and I gave the streets a tussle
 Standin' down on the corner slangin' fat rocks to bottles
 With the black tops, for cops got my shorty watchin' my back hobbes
 Makin' mad Lucci, bought up Louis vuitton Gucci
 Hoochies callin' me boochi, while they smooch me, givin' up the coochie
 Now I'm a felon, started sellin' and splittin' melons
 I started gellin', to tellin' police just 'cause I was swellin'
 Hangin' out on the corner playin' cee-lo, rollin' for half a kilo
 Yo you'll never see G-low a-goin' below
 Yeah, straight gettin' fortunate, as long as fees was torchin' it
 It started gettin' hot around the block, the cops was scorchin' it
 But luckily I made out before the coppers could frisk me and diss me
 'Cause business is drugs is gettin' too risky
 So now I just lamp, collect stamps
 Snatch up tramps diamonds and pearls
 Straight up baby, I'm blowin' up in the world
 Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
 Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
 I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
 I gotsta get mines, you know what I'm sayin'?
 I'm blowin' up in the world
 Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
 Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
 I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines
 I gotta get mines, I gotsta get mines, yeah
 I got put on by DJ polo, cut the record, it's a demo
 And started chillin' in limos with champagne and tinted windows
 Hoppin', no time for pages, sportin' gold chains and rings
 Clockin' money and fame, nothin' changed, I'm still the same
 Just spendin' 20's and 10's at women pullin' on my linen
 And grinnin' 'cause I was winnin' in this game from the beginning
 The lyrical skills was kinda ill, gave you a slight chill
 So I just let the hype build, known for rappers run and go write wills
 I turned from a hobo to a solo bozin for dolos
 Stole my dough, you still below, now I prefer cigars and blow mo'
 So catch a flashback, of a G. rap track, attacked, like a head crack
 That's smack, through your cap, with the lead black
 And here's a new cut, for pooh-butt, rappers hangin' from off my
 Two nuts like they was put there by members of the Ku Klux
 So peep Kool G. rap, don't sleep, money unless it's witcha girl
 Straight up kid, I'm blowin' up in the world
 Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
 Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
 I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines
 I gotsta get mines, you know what I'm sayin'?
 I'm blowin' up in the world
 Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
 Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world
 I'm blowin' up in the world, I gotta get mines
 I gotta get mines, I gotsta get mines, yeah