Blowin' Up in the World
Rising from the Streets: Kool G Rap's Journey of Struggle and Triumph
Lyrics
Back in the days was kinda crazy, kid. I started out with nothin'.
Reflects on a challenging past, starting with very little.
Wasn't livin' like Thanksgiving; I was turkey without the stuffin'.
Life wasn't abundant; felt incomplete, lacking.
Sometimes I sweared to God that I was headed for the poorhouse.
Thought I was destined for financial struggles.
Say mama caught the drama; she would bleed tryin' to feed four mouths.
Mom suffered trying to feed the family amidst difficulties.
Wasn't rockin' Girbauds; I barely had clothes, and when it snowed,
Had minimal clothing, especially during cold weather.
And temperatures droppin' below zero, you know I froze.
Suffered in freezing conditions due to lack of resources.
No CD's, a black and white TV, a seat is a rubber tire.
Poverty: only a basic black and white TV, makeshift seating.
With a hanger for the antenna, turned channels with some pliers.
Improvised antenna adjustment for TV channels.
Had nothin' in my cabinet, but cans of Raid.
Scarcity: only insecticide in the cabinet.
I'm knockin' on my neighbor's door,
Borrowing basic items like sugar for Kool-Aid.
To borrow a cup of sugar for my Kool-Aid.
Lacked decent attire; clothes were in poor condition.
I wasn't freshly dipped, my gear was straight ripped; I'm trippin',
Struggling due to missing buttons and faulty zippers.
'Cause my winter coat got lost buttons,
Difficulty recalling someone prosperous named Jack.
And zippers that wouldn't stay zipped.
Had inexpensive toys and snacks, not luxury items.
I never remembered Jack, the brother was straight fat cat.
Didn't have popular fast food; had a lesser-known alternative.
Not even a Big Mac black, I had Kid Castle topped with crackerjacks.
Walked around with worn-out shoes, no attention from others.
Walkin' the streets, with the weak sneaks on my feet,
Failed attempts in relationships, facing rejection.
And the freaks wouldn't speak, I never had lipstick on my cheek.
If you couldn't spend money, romantic interest disappeared.
So much for gettin' humped from the stunts, I always struck out.
Now dedicated to those from similar backgrounds.
The one y'all likes is takin' hikes, if you can't pull a buck out.
Finally achieving success in the world.
So now I gots to dedicate my next plate to all the homeboys and girls,
Repeated declaration of progressing in life.
Straight up baby, I'm blowin' up in the world.
Excitement about newfound success and growth.
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world!
Continued reaffirmation of personal advancement and success.
Blowin' up, blowin' up in the world!
-I'm blowin' up 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 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 in 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 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 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' twenties and tens 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 perfer cigars and blow Mo'.
-So catch a flashback, of a G. Rap track, attacked, like a headcrack.
-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 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 the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines.
-I gotsta get mines, yeah.
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