BLUEprints (Remastered) Lyrics

Mmmm

Woah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Hm-hm

Yeah

I been feelin' Ye now I be feelin' H.O.V

Ask me for the blueprints, can I spill them though?

What we talkin' real shit?

No, then thank you though

D.O.A. we off that

We gon' run this town

State of mind to build an empire, then on to the next one

Can't be young forever

In 01, I guess a star was born

I was already home

Thought you already know

You know you can't hate

Very ambitious

Thought I'd remind you though yuh

Yeah

These are the Blueprints

Shoppin' and poppin' tags, hopin' the shoe fits

Cinderella story, up on the news bitch

Channel crew ain't knew, I knew what it do bitch

Double c be costin' five a p

And pushin' pricey product, mean you travelin'

Around in seven waters

From the holy three

If you come around

You keep it square my g

I'm the one fulfillin' prophecies

Manifesting from the apple tree

Ya' can't be picky picking fallen fruit you see

Rotten means ya' betta leave it be

Chuck a duce gotta balance out

Two's a party but three's a crowd

They built a nation off of spendin' green

I'm talkin' paper money

It ain't grow on trees

Cotten, linen

Back to pickin'

Buyin' clothes, man I'm back to spendin'

Slave to shoppin', get shot for winnin'

Party pills, poppin' penicillin

Cuz success makes niggas revengeful

Even out the kinfolk

Even when a nigga isn't sinful

Unc jumpin' on my neck

Can a nigga catch some rest

Jailed up, asking me "nigga whatchu in for?"

Got my blue Chakra locked up

But I can't forget about white

Cuz I've been crowned with knowledge

Been takin' my wrongs, and I make them right

Makin' my songs I belong in light

A nigga won't die, puttin' up a fight

Got it tatted on my arm

Promise I won't self harm, or alarm

Swear to god, I was meant for life

Fuck it, I gotta do

What the fuck do I gotta prove?

What the fuck do I gotta prove?

Fuck it, I gotta do

What the fuck do I gotta prove?

What the fuck do I gotta prove?

Fuck, it I gotta do

What the fuck do I gotta prove?

What the fuck do I gotta prove?

Fuck, it I gotta do

What the fuck do I gotta prove?

What the fuck do I gotta prove?

Wake up bro (Shit!)

You the one

Born o, one

Two, nine

One (11)

That's four of em'

Your personal number is 2, meaning balance

Your primary power colors are white and light blue

Meaning you know

And you speak

Yeah

These are the Blueprints

Shoppin' and poppin' tags, hopin' the shoe fits

Cinderella story, up on the news bitch

Channel crew ain't knew, I knew what it do bitch

Double c be costin' five a p

And pushin' pricey product, mean you travelin'

Around in seven waters

From the holy three

If you come around

You keep it square my g

I'm the one fulfillin' prophecies

Manifesting from the apple tree

Ya' can't be picky picking fallen fruit you see

Rotten means ya' betta leave it be

Chuck a duce gotta balance out

Two's a party but three's a crowd

They built a nation off of spendin' green

I'm talkin' paper money

It ain't grow on trees

Cotten linen

Back to picking

Buying clothes, man I'm back to spending

Slave to shopping, get shot for winning

Cotten linen

Back to picking

Buying clothes, man I'm back to spending

Slave to shopping, get shot for winning

Cotten linen

Back to picking

Buying clothes, man I'm back to spending

Slave to shopping, get shot for winning

Cotten linen

Back to picking

Buying clothes, man I'm back to spending

Slave to shopping, get shot for winning