Soupa

[Verse 1: Blu]

Uh, wannabes

I wanna write novels, sippin’ bottles under trees

Wonder Woman with me, could she be Japanese?

Wanna have lap dances for free, any time I please

Just because I'm, yeah, just because I’m me

I wanna wonder why I dream, wonder runners don’t budget

Message for the hunger when I’m younger

I wanna tell belles how special they smell, word to mother

But really no wink, yo, cause still he can’t slumber

I wanna have his role, his crown, his girl and his sound

But get real, shit’s really real, pow!

Still wow, Bridgetown, been a while

Since awhile back then, used to should slip it in now

I'm more chill, now the top flow real

So bear with me, besides more bills than this automobile

I’m still Blizzy for real, I still Dizzy Gillespie

But does he impress me when I’m still in the next seat?

I’m fresher than next week’s beats

Yeah, feelin like the next Swizz Beatz

Sike, more like Spike Lee, better Blu

Never liked none of you blues, stuntin like a one or two

Lord’s got a woman, one or two coming through

Wanting something soft, give 'em something new

But guess what? Wasn’t Blu

Nah, must’ve been one of you

[Verse 2: Blu]

Like, nah, c'mon

I wanna spit hollow tip novelists dociles

And raise eyebrows like, "Wow, I like this girl style"

She got Reeboks, semi-rock FILAs

Back when he used to jock, I’m too hot for teen eyes

It was a young wine with brown eyes, the don

And one day, I'm down to somethin', I'm young John, the one

Who wants bars and broads? Two more songs

I do the math, you do the knowledge and play dumb

Of course, fifty senses from south to north

For the pretty women I am willing to endorse

Horse power, more mule-ish though, for the foolish

I will wake you up but you love it in that new bliss

Kiss life, even if I couldn’t

I relive it twice, grip the mics

And I ain’t even gotta speak and give it life, you spit it nice

But it’s mean and cold, don't forget us, it ain’t home

You remember when you grown, I told you

Your papa ain’t scold ya, I got the heat, sit closer

Come from California where the sunshine dies

And turns into that glow dust, no lies