"No matter where I go, or how far I roam"

"Blue, baby, just like yourself"

"Exile and B-L"

The Los Angeles city skyline is like a photograph of my mind

I could feel the sea′s breeze every time that I rhyme

Cool guy, coulda played trumpet in a suit and tie

Barbers coulda cut a smoother line so it's U-N-I-versal

First song I ever recorded

Felt important, I had to paint my portrait enormous

Clouds forming, the sun falls and darkness rises

Yo it′s like this every time I close my eyelids

Bro I grew up in the city of violence, was known for the riots

And now that I'm grown, I stay blown all alone

Was thinking bout those who didn't make it

In my zone dreaming bout how far we could take it

From the basement, I never been one to run from

Guns sung every night where I come from, the blood runs (B-L)

Never fail, you can tell hell

I would never sell out, even if I′m on sale, retail

Presales, you can see God in the details

Midnight Blue, Kenny Burrell shocked the world like the law got

Caught in the third rail, burn Ls

Thinkin bout my daughter′s future walking outta jail, so thorough

Even as a kid, I wanted to be big

Like Jigga, "Can I Live?," ten siblings need a crib

Like the ones on Cribs, niggas facing long bids

Tryna make it where I live, real talk it's common sense, I′m

"I am the nappy kid from Cali

B-L-U"

"Every time I see you it's like the first time I meet you"

"The nappy kid from Cali"

"You ain′t me"

"A never-ending saga when I rap to these beats"

"I got my props off the rhymes that I invented

'Cause I spoke my mind and I meant it"

"Exile and B-L"

I fell onto the planet, knowledge, born building understanding

Dropping poems on the illest canvas

South Central, Los Angeles,

Where niggas hold pistols and start scandals

I picked up a pencil and wrote anthems, my city mold champions

Talent show battling, managing life challenging

And I would write traveling unraveling thoughts

Pass the mic before I pass you the blunt

Smash the stage then I pass up the cost, acting a fool

Rapping was cool, sorta something we could actually do

Mastered my views, get my cash stacking after my dues

Classic tunes, platinum plaques back-to-back with my crew

Black and blue, back to rocking black on black at the show

Pack up the show, black the block, we gotta block out the news

Blackout at shows, no Glock, black proud and I′m Blu

I used to sing James Brown, I used to talk through towns

Tearing down egos, rocking gold, wearing a crown

Airing our style,

All hail to the king, hair grew out wild long time ago

Ten years exactly, where are they now?

I've been B-L, back when they was clapping at fools

After school for acting cool, I just had a backpack full of raps

Avenue Blu is finna battle you spit

45 Calliber, raps that'll dismantle you, my album′s done, I′m back

Told the homie, "Don't bang, just hang with me"

Cribmania, the whole gang was me, it′s so gangsta to be

"Blue," "True blue when I bust"

"I am" "B-L-U"

"The cloud becomes black and the sky becomes blue"

"Out of the blue, time for a new young king to rule:

"But if I have to, I go all out with no mic"

"I might be the color blue"

"A new fresh rap"

"Exile and B-L"

Yeah, just when I thought I was blanking out, I blanked out

Back in the day, I used to dream about banking out, and I'm banked out

With change, change

Make cent, pay dues now pay rent

Same shoes I work in, I church in

Service, the shirt fits, the roof over my head, the bed under my ass

I hear rumbling, put my ear to the wall

Nothing but jazz,

Grandad musta had that on blast, oh here they come again

James Brown put eight drummers in his band

The promoter put 200 in my hand, I′m a mad man

Track under the rap just to match to the gas can

Last dance, Miles Davis, Coltrane, Philly Joe

Fuck that, brought it back, Max Roach

Wack hoes got smoked quicker than the last roach

Bad joke, we pack boats when black folks had a chance

Fuck slavery, we build pyramids with a helping hand

Made a classic with this rap shit, ain't look back since

Build a black fence around my mansion, I′m a black man

Black hand, black fists clenched, activist

Black Panther Party bigger pistol packing wrapping Christmas gifts

I'm gifted rappin', if you can get it grabbing grams

Grip it on another level take a stand

Hate the hate and shake the salt

Break the vault and quake the asphalt

But I spark the bark until I′m retarded