Blowin' O's

(Look) Formed of clay that never touched my hands If they've never been dirtied, why would I dust my pants? I came from Kool-Aid, gumbo pots, and big pans From the metro, long-ass walks with switch hands I never switch my stance, I'm straight southpaw They can't learn my dance, these moves outlawed And I'll ball till I crawl out the fucking dirt And I'll ball 'cause it's AUX on my fucking shirt These niggas lack the words, f*ck it though, I spit a verse Papa told me if I do it better, come in first (Now, you know you can do better than that) Mom's too Just a trip to the corner, see what them lines do You gon' pay for your brother, bet they gon' find you Told them, making it outs, all about IQ Ha, and I know I'm smart enough Told me life was tough, but I know I'm hard enough JoDa on the engine, Caleb Carr, let's start it up And I'm passing all the tests, tell the class to mark it up Ay, spark it up You ain't coughin' hard enough Tell them phonies, pack it up They ain't going the yard with us, uh Blowin' O's Blowin' out speakers Breakin' down backs, never back down either (Blowin' O's) (Blowin' out speakers) (Breakin' down backs, never back down either)