Blow Up Lyrics

[J. Cole - Verse 2]

Momma said I should reconsider law school

that means I wear a suit and be a troop and feel awful

hell naw, got a degree but what that cost you

you make a good salary just to pay Sally May

thats real as ever

ducking bill collectors like Jehova's witness

when they showed up at your door at Christmas

was broke as dishes tryna let it go

hit the club she drop it low

lower than my credit score

account overdraft what I got this debit for

summers dead it got me drinking thinking b-tch I better blow

I better blow

these hoes aint checking for no n-gga with no vehicle

you border like Mexico

hey baby girl what it look like

and where ya head at

and what ya cook like

she said where ya bread at

and what your whip like

you aint got one or the other than brother good night

b-tch I'm about to blow up

look I'm about to blow up

yeah got to the club early just to get a friend

wait for hoes to show up

but now its bottles at the tables bring the models boy

I'm about to po' up

uh ha, you know what

b-tch I'm about to blow up

left side left side hey

right side right side ah ha

left side left side hey

[Chorus]

Praise God it's hard to stay spiritual

how they got these n-ggas on the TV selling miracles

you mean to tell me everything gon be fine

if I call your hotline and pay 29.99 sh-t

well damn, why aint you say so

take this shaking ass multiply all my pesos

and erase my number out the phone of these fake hoes

I saved her number just in case but now it's case closed

to you n-ggas biting my flows and my subject matter

you'll never be me partner so it don't f-cking matter

you try to be and your career will see funerals

and be you thats what it sounds, beautiful

then maybe you could blow up

and maybe you could blow up

sh-t but you know what

for now b-tch I'm about to blow up