Blowin’ Up

[Verse 1]

Check it
Oaktown’s got the baddest of raps because
The whole town’s got the baddest of rappers duh
From MC Hammer to the legend E-40
They done paved the streets for me just to rap about glasses and stuff (what)

It seems corny when I’m acting a nerd
But that’s the reason all these people get attached to my words
They don’t believe it till they’re seeing me in action at first
But after that it’s just the accolades and claps I deserve, word

Smack the haters kick’em back to the curb
I’m a city bitch reaching kids back in the burbs
When I’m teaching em my perspective on the facts of the world, they’ll
Be reaching in their purses as I’m racking up merch sales

*Blast your face with what you’re lacking in nerve, fail
Ure’s not an option, not for me and that’s what I heard
Way back when I was ten and bumping Eminem and his CDs
And now I’m getting mad respect cause evidently they see me, I’m greedy*

[Chorus]

Blowing up and it feels so good (good)
Getting the props I knew that I would (would)
I stand on shoulders that are taller than mine
But I could never be so reticent all of the time (why?)

Blowing up and it feels so good (good)
Getting the props I knew that I would (would)
I stand on shoulders that are taller than mine
But damn it I worked hard so I’m calling it mine (right)

[verse 2]

They always said I was smart, but not popular
Now they got their eyes on me like binoculars
Popping off, writing topics that will shock you
Got my fans texting friends saying ‘i’m afraid to talk to her’ (wooh)

I’m a gossiper, I like talking shit
Best believe you’re on my radar when you say I’m not legit
All the haters watch your back cause I’ve been practicing my pitch
Of dropping advanced level egonomics on your bitch (prrghhh)

Driving through the bay yeah you might hit traffic (beep beep)
But if you try to pass me yeah it might get graphic (brr brr)
Someone on the twitters called me psychopathic (what the fuck?)
Think they green with envy like a phytoplankton OOHH

You’re speaking my name, I’m making a dime
I say if you ain’t peeping my game you’re wasting my time
I’ll be sitting back relaxing while you’re questioning my morals
Shit, you call me yanny cause i’m resting on my laurels HO

[Chorus]

Blowing up and it feels so good (good)
Getting the props I knew that I would (would)
I stand on shoulders that are taller than mine
But I could never be so reticent all of the time (why?)

Blowing up and it feels so good (good)
Getting the props I knew that I would (would)
I stand on shoulders that are taller than mine
But damn it I worked hard so I’m calling it mine (right)

[bridge]

Do the dance, it’s called the Lex
Draw a squiggle in the air like you’re signing a check
Now put your hands on your head, and spread it around
And let the whole damn world know I’m the best in town
Wow

X2

[verse 3]

When I’m famous, I want my own throne
Place it in a home studio to call my own
Stadium shows handing out backstage passes
Line it wall to wall with skinny guys with glasses (ooh)

But just because I am rapping don’t mean I’m sociopathic
Just let me bask in this moment of braggadocio
Though, they always said that this would get to my head
I guess I have a raging ego that will die when i’m dead