Phive - Blowing Up lyrics
rate meBlowing up like you thought I would
Call the cribs, same number, same hood
It’s all good
Blowing up like you thought I would
Call the cribs, same number, same hood
It’s all good
Hope this nice seed backing up these pipe dreams
Y’all was trying to read the script while I was down to write scenes
Y’all was up in the classroom rubbing on that Ivy League
While I was in that glass booth fighting for that rhyming league
While y’all was cruising with them imitators, I was down with the NFA
Man, damn, I love this entertainment, my old boys here with me
Yeah, we all know it, find it, I’ll ride it and now I’m in college
And now I go harder then all that reminded me, got these treats, it’s an irony
Yeah, we all know it, did a couple coke deals, had a coke dealer
But I’m at these shows and I see these hoes and they wanna throw it at me
So chilla and I’m like oh, Lord, we go so hard, all the walls so thinner
Tryna see my dreams come true, before never felt more realer
But we still got far to go, far to go, so far to go
Walls fall like domino, my OGs on all sides, yeah, feel’s phenomenal
And I’m balling out these track stars, these Carolina blue bloods
Asking now who run the town, if I don’t, nigga, who does?
Blowing up like you thought I would
Call the cribs, same number, same hood
It’s all good
Blowing up like you thought I would
Call the cribs, same number, same hood
It’s all good
It’s all good, yeah, you know it’s all good
Couple years I have a feeling, man, inside it’s all good
Push it, got the album ‘cause you know it’s so good
Good, shit, tell your friends to come to show, you all should
One day see my ex and it’ll be awkward
Wanna know if I chase or if it’s all worth
Did I sell out, did I take that bail out
Well, let me clear the air, this exactly what I tell her
I’m know smoking splifs with pretty girls
Now I get in different cities round the world
Got about it when your dreams come true
Just a little bit in love with you
I’m still, still the same, still the man, still the main
I color this world, feel the pain, still insecure about radio
I’m not young money but they play me, though
And when they do I celebrate, see-through like selling fame
Bigger the eyes and I’m in
Blowing up like you thought I would
Call the cribs, same number, same hood
It’s all good
Blowing up like you thought I would
Call the cribs, same number, same hood
It’s all good
Blowing up like you thought I would
Call the cribs, same number, same hood
It’s all good
Blowing up like you thought I would
Call the cribs, same number, same hood
It’s all good
It’s all good
