BUILDING BLUEPRINT
Next level lyrical insight is a moment away.
Lyrical Analysis of...
Blast Off
- They just came to go, ain't gone play no more, ain't the same no more
- Change some more, that's what niggas do, so I can't hang no more
- Always had a vision on my dream gon' be a reality
- Oh, fuck the fame, I'm gon' blow woah woah
- 3 2 1, I'm finna blast, I'm takin off
- Know these niggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce
- They switch up, I stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all
- I got cash and they tryna come back, can't save 'em all, hell no I can't save 'em all
- They talk about your loses, but won't talk about your M's ,no
- Money changed my life, but my lifestyle won't ever change, no
- When I'm by myself, I reminisce, that's when my pain go
- I remember I was happy, now I just think ''where them days go?''
- I can stress about no bitch, they bring me drama, not no commas
- Think I'm stressin' 'cause I'm rich, got too much money, that's my problem
- Me and fake niggas just don't click, and if I see 'em, I'mma rob 'em
- And bitch I'm fresh up on from the bricks, so I got sticks up in my condo, yeah, yeah
- He got a problem, we got choppas, 762s
- I got money, now they tryna find out, what I'm into
- That fame will make some niggas change, I told them move
- Had to try to do me for some clout, that's why I step out with them woo's, now
- They just came to go, ain't gone play no more, ain't the same no more
- Change some more, that's what niggas do, so I can't hang no more
- Always had a vision on my dream gon' be a reality
- Oh, fuck the fame, I'm gon' blow woah woah
- 3 2 1, I'm finna blast, I'm takin off
- Know these niggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce
- They switch up, I stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all
- I got cash and they tryna come back, can't save 'em all, hell no I can't save 'em all
- Tell that bitch, turn the city up, countin' all these money problems
- But in LA, she ain't eatin though, why you think she stuck in my condo
- Says she actin' like a fiend, finna blow my little bomber
- I'mma just let out all this cream, in her throat, I got a hitter, Mercedes
- She tryna go out for a date, yeah, I got a whole lotta demons
- Stackin these hunnids', they look like the sea
- Told a bitch that I love her, but no I don't mean it
- Sorry but, bitch I didn't mean it, talkin' money, finna set up a meter
- Bodies droppin', and my little nigga did it, two shots, and these niggas are sleepin'
- Holdin' her, but didn't hit her though
- Bitch be for the bag, I up my swag, so no one takin' her
- And she suckin' dick, and know she bad, she takin' off
- Bitch I swipe my card, don't share no tag, I'm scammin' though
- Cut off that lil bitch, and embarrass her
- They just came to go, ain't gone play no more, ain't the same no more
- Change some more, that's what niggas do, so I can't hang no more
- Always had a vision on my dream gon' be a reality
- Oh, fuck the fame, I'm gon' blow woah woah
- 3 2 1, I'm finna blast, I'm takin off
- Know these niggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce
- They switch up, I stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all
- I got cash and they tryna come back, can't save 'em all, hell no I can't save 'em al
What is a Blueprint?
A blueprint is like a report card for your lyrics. It contains a lyrical breakdown and analysis of all the words, syllables, and rhymes in your song.
Learn More >