Lyrics to Blueprint
We're gonna go back to our old ways
We’re gonna go back to our old ways
Here come a rocket outta the sky and it's flying high
It's on a mission to make ’em listen and question life
Your own decisions and visions of what you think it is
Couldn't be different and if it isn't opinion is
We're gonna go back to our old ways
We're gonna go back to our old ways
Here come a rocket outta the sky and it's flying high
It's on a mission to make 'em listen and question life
Your own decisions and visions of what you think it is
Couldn’t be different and if it isn’t opinion is
Everybody know we got the blueprint
Tried to keep it on the low like a shoe print
I wasn't worried ’cause the truth is
Even if you got it y'all wouldn't know what to do with it
You burnt out, we got the new wick, lit
And if you wanna be a big dick about shit
I'll keep you burnin like syphilis did
You hear that I get ridiculous no Dyrdek
No longer rappers your all a bunch of witnesses
And also it would appear like different images
That while we been runnin the game y’all been runnin scrimmages
If y'all don't wanna know then quit askin bout the differences
That's how we get em all in they feelings
It's amazin how we just keep on cracking through all the ceilings
It's a wreckin ball kind of affection
I wanna bring em it'll let em know
We ain't the muthafuckas that need 'em
I don't need no crutches or stable shits to lean on
I was entry level bussin laundry like a pee on
Focus on my craft until my shit glow like neon
While making enough bread
To feed my whole team on
Belly full rap cats never fooling me
Only thing them muther fuckers owning is they jewelry
All leased or loaned maybe you rent
Not a dime payed to taxes but all of ya money spent
Now this reoccurring poverty need you to circumvent popularity split
Only worth a half of what you used to get
Raps spit at half the heart you used to spit
Reality will let you know
But people be refusing it, ugh
Never jaded square biz at the round table
Never related to fake numbers and ego fables
This blueprint is blue-chip
It stay stable these wack-wack
Can not produce they unable
The shit is all the same
Average like some basic cable
And they expect the diehards to still remain faithful
The shit is like a mockery
Is far to disgraceful
But I don't let it bother me
I still remain thankful
That we'll be doing this a hundred million years or more
And every time it will remind you what we do it for
My hearts ignited like a rocket
And the shit soar over the moon until is smashes you with full force
Fresh for 20 infinity you suckas
We're gonna go back to our old ways
We're gonna go back to our old ways
We're gonna go back to our old ways
We're gonna go back to our old ways
We're gonna go back to our old ways
We're gonna go back to our old ways
We’re gonna go back to our old ways
Here come a rocket outta the sky and it's flying high
It's on a mission to make ’em listen and question life
Your own decisions and visions of what you think it is
Couldn't be different and if it isn't opinion is
We're gonna go back to our old ways
We're gonna go back to our old ways
Here come a rocket outta the sky and it's flying high
It's on a mission to make 'em listen and question life
Your own decisions and visions of what you think it is
Couldn’t be different and if it isn’t opinion is
Everybody know we got the blueprint
Tried to keep it on the low like a shoe print
I wasn't worried ’cause the truth is
Even if you got it y'all wouldn't know what to do with it
You burnt out, we got the new wick, lit
And if you wanna be a big dick about shit
I'll keep you burnin like syphilis did
You hear that I get ridiculous no Dyrdek
No longer rappers your all a bunch of witnesses
And also it would appear like different images
That while we been runnin the game y’all been runnin scrimmages
If y'all don't wanna know then quit askin bout the differences
That's how we get em all in they feelings
It's amazin how we just keep on cracking through all the ceilings
It's a wreckin ball kind of affection
I wanna bring em it'll let em know
We ain't the muthafuckas that need 'em
I don't need no crutches or stable shits to lean on
I was entry level bussin laundry like a pee on
Focus on my craft until my shit glow like neon
While making enough bread
To feed my whole team on
Belly full rap cats never fooling me
Only thing them muther fuckers owning is they jewelry
All leased or loaned maybe you rent
Not a dime payed to taxes but all of ya money spent
Now this reoccurring poverty need you to circumvent popularity split
Only worth a half of what you used to get
Raps spit at half the heart you used to spit
Reality will let you know
But people be refusing it, ugh
Never jaded square biz at the round table
Never related to fake numbers and ego fables
This blueprint is blue-chip
It stay stable these wack-wack
Can not produce they unable
The shit is all the same
Average like some basic cable
And they expect the diehards to still remain faithful
The shit is like a mockery
Is far to disgraceful
But I don't let it bother me
I still remain thankful
That we'll be doing this a hundred million years or more
And every time it will remind you what we do it for
My hearts ignited like a rocket
And the shit soar over the moon until is smashes you with full force
Fresh for 20 infinity you suckas
We're gonna go back to our old ways
We're gonna go back to our old ways
We're gonna go back to our old ways
We're gonna go back to our old ways
We're gonna go back to our old ways
We're gonna go back to our old ways
