Blow

Yeah
Dipset (yeah)
Fuck with ya boy (yeah)
It's Santana (yeah)
Yeah man
I'm back at it
C'mon

Uh, gangstas, niggas, and bitches
I'm back on my A-game is you gettin' the picture? (What up?)
And last album they don't like me to tell this
They under-shipped my records ain't expect me to sell shit (shut up)
That's what they tellin' me, switch up yo' melody
You hot but if you go pop, your record'll be sellin' three
Fuck off, I ain't no damn puppet
I'ma do what I wanna do just as long as my fans love it
And if that can't cut it, fuck it, drop me
Watch me blow up on another label, I'm cocky (aye)
You better realize pa, I'm a real live star
Ask your kids if they feel my bars, they'll tell you, "Hell yeah"
Ask him is he just runnin' his mouth or is he really the one to look out for?
They'll tell you, "Hell yeah, yeah, he's the one to look out for
He's not just runnin' his mouth y'all" (they'll tell you, "No way")
Uh-uh, I been hotter than you dudes
To me this shit is easier than tyin' my two shoes
You young cats sound old and retired like yo' flows on a diet
You ain't feedin' the people right
It's like food when I rap, they get fooled when I rap
Like Slick Rick said, the ruler is back

8 AM, open my eyes
Yeah, kick my bitch, tell her open the blinds
And I'm over the stove at nine
Yeah, I'm cookin' breakfast for the block then I let her cook mine
Yeah, quick line in the bathroom 'fore we bounce
Not me, I mean her, she go a-day-an ounce (dang)
Y'all pray for her
While I'm at the bus station in the Bentley sittin' low as I wait for her
I'm gettin' dough, I'm a paper-boy, I will take you
For the right paper, boy, I will take her
Shake her, tape her, waist up
Send her to the money, she be back before I wake up
Get ya cake up
Y'all niggas lame ducks
You probably get your game up when I'm givin' the game up
My name Wayne, what?
Hot boy flame up
You niggas tryin' to change up and I'm gettin' my change up