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Blow My High
Kendrick Lamar Lyrics


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Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all
(Pussy ass ho niggas) I can't fuck with y'all
(Bitches all up in my business) I can't fuck with y'all
(Industry of counterfeits) I can't fuck with y'all

Taking off when you landing
Bitch niggas gonna throw tantrums
And I'm dancing on them stars
The galaxy ain't got room for y'all
Ain't nothing gonna happen soon for y'all
While I'm here and every day I hear your bullshit, self-pity
Reason why you never dealt with me
Reason why your girl dealt with me
Hands up, in the building we get busy and say
R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep, R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep
That's exactly what this sound like
A to the A to the L-I-Y-A-H, give it up two time
Then give it right back, don't blow my high

Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all
(Pussy ass ho niggas) I can't fuck with y'all
(Bitches all up in my business) I can't fuck with y'all
(Industry of counterfeits) I can't fuck with y'all

Look at my life then look at yours
Get some ambition, why you bored?
Time'll never wait on no man
Society will never hold your hand
Niggas like the gossip, like bitches
Got me thinking you don't like bitches
Wonder what's behind them Ray Bans
Eyes of a coward, I understand
Niggas like the gossip, like bitches
Sip Don Perignon, when we finish, we say
R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep, R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep
That's exactly what this sound like
But never will I ever forget Left Eye
Roll up, put a ribbon in the sky
And a button on your lips, don't blow my high

Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all
(Pussy ass ho niggas) I can't fuck with y'all
(Bitches all up in my business) I can't fuck with y'all
(Industry of counterfeits) I can't fuck with y'all

Now everybody singing this shit
I'm sending him a four page letter
And I enclose it with a kiss
And when I write him he better, get it on time

Look at my life then look at yours
Get some ambition, why you bored?
R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P.
R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Kendrick Lamar's song Blow My High depict the rapper's disdain for those who are not on his level, both in terms of success and mindset. The song sees Lamar indulging in smoking and drinking, two activities that are often associated with the good life. He flaunts his wealth, mentioning how all his cars have leather and wood interiors, and how the people in his neighborhood refer to it as "buck." However, despite his apparent enjoyment of the finer things in life, Lamar detests those who are only concerned with material possessions and fame. He refers to them as "pussy ass ho niggas" and "bitches all up in my business," calling out the industry's counterfeit ways.


Lamar urges his listeners to get ambitious, warning them that time never waits for anyone, and society won't hold anyone's hand. The chorus features Lamar reiterating the phrase, "don't blow my high," suggesting that he doesn't want anyone or anything to bring him down. The song also pays tribute to the late Aaliyah, with Lamar repeating her name and saying, "that's exactly what this sound like."


Overall, Blow My High is a song that celebrates individualism and encourages listeners to focus on their ambitions rather than engaging in gossip or falling prey to societal pressure.


Line by Line Meaning

Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup
I enjoy smoking and drinking lean, so I keep it in my cup


All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck
My car has luxurious features, and we call it 'buck' in my neighborhood


Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
Everyone wants to act rich and hit on women at the mall


If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all
If someone is fake or phony, I can't associate with them


(Pussy ass ho niggas) I can't fuck with y'all
I don't respect or associate with men who are cowardly or weak


(Bitches all up in my business) I can't fuck with y'all
I don't like women who are nosy or interfere with my affairs


(Industry of counterfeits) I can't fuck with y'all
I don't want to be involved with people who engage in fake or inauthentic behavior


Taking off when you landing
I'm achieving success while others are failing


Bitch niggas gonna throw tantrums
Weak men will get upset over my success


And I'm dancing on them stars
I'm thriving and succeeding above others


The galaxy ain't got room for y'all
The universe is too big for small-minded people


Ain't nothing gonna happen soon for y'all
Those who don't have ambition or drive won't achieve anything soon


While I'm here and every day I hear your bullshit, self-pity
I'm frustrated hearing others complaining and feeling sorry for themselves


Reason why you never dealt with me
People who lack drive and ambition never associate with me


Reason why your girl dealt with me
I'm successful and attractive, so women are drawn to me


Hands up, in the building we get busy and say
When we're together, we celebrate success and hard work


R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep, R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep
We pay tribute to the late Aaliyah


That's exactly what this sound like
This song is a tribute to Aaliyah and her legacy


A to the A to the L-I-Y-A-H, give it up two time
We chant Aaliyah's name in tribute


Then give it right back, don't blow my high
Let's continue our celebration and not ruin the good vibes


Look at my life then look at yours
Compare my successful life to your own


Get some ambition, why you bored?
Find drive and motivation instead of complaining about boredom


Time'll never wait on no man
Don't waste time being unproductive


Society will never hold your hand
No one will do the work for you or guarantee success


Niggas like the gossip, like bitches
Weak people enjoy talking and spreading rumors


Got me thinking you don't like bitches
I suspect you don't respect women


Wonder what's behind them Ray Bans
I question why someone hides behind sunglasses


Eyes of a coward, I understand
I recognize that someone is weak or fearful


Sip Don Perignon, when we finish, we say
We toast to success and celebrate achievements


But never will I ever forget Left Eye
We also remember the late rapper Left Eye


Roll up, put a ribbon in the sky
Smoke a joint and enjoy the beauty of the world


And a button on your lips, don't blow my high
Don't ruin the good vibes with negativity or drama


Now everybody singing this shit
This song has become popular and everyone is singing it


I'm sending him a four page letter
I'm writing a long letter to someone


And I enclose it with a kiss
I add a kiss to the end of my letter


And when I write him he better, get it on time
I expect the person to receive my letter promptly


R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P.
We continue to pay tribute to Aaliyah


R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P.
We continue to honor and remember Aaliyah's legacy




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: MELISSA A. ELLIOTT, KENDRICK DUCKWORTH, TIMOTHY Z. MOSLEY

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[Chorus]
Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all
(Pussy ass ho niggas) I can't fuck with y'all
(Bitches all up in my business) I can't fuck with y'all
(Industry of counterfeits) I can't fuck with y'all

[Verse 1]
Taking off when you landing
Bitch niggas gonna throw tantrums
And I'm dancing on them stars
The galaxy ain't got room for y'all
Ain't nothing gonna happen soon for y'all
While I'm here and every day I hear
Your bullshit, self-pity
Reason why you never dealt with me
Reason why your girl dealt with me
Hands up, in the building, we get busy and say
R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep, R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep
That's exactly what this sound like
A to the A to the L-I-Y-A-H, give it up 2 times
Then give it right back, don't blow my high

[Chorus]
Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all
(Pussy ass ho niggas) I can't fuck with y'all
(Bitches all up in my business) I can't fuck with y'all
(Industry of counterfeits) I can't fuck with y'all

[Verse 2]
Look at my life then look at yours
Get some ambition, why you bored?
Time'll never wait on no man
Society will never hold your hand
Niggas like the gossip, like bitches
Got me thinking you don't like bitches
Wonder what's behind them Ray Bans
Eyes of a coward, I understand
Niggas like the gossip, like bitches
Sip Don Perignon, when we finish, we say
R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep, R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep
That's exactly what this sound like
But never will I ever forget Left Eye
Roll up, put a ribbon in the sky
And a button on your lips, don't blow my high

[Chorus]
Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all
(Pussy ass ho niggas) I can't fuck with y'all
(Bitches all up in my business) I can't fuck with y'all
(Industry of counterfeits) I can't fuck with y'all

[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar & Alori Joh]
Now everybody sing this shit
I'm sending him a four-page letter
And I enclosed it with a kiss (a kiss)
And when I write him, he better
Get it on time
Look at my life, and look at yours
Get some ambition why you bored

[Outro]
R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P
R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P
R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P
R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P



All comments from YouTube:

@mack1528

DONT SLEEP ON KENDRICK LAMAR, HE'S WHAT *REAL* HIP-HOP HAS BEEN MISSING. BRING IT BACK!!!

@battlemagevlad

this comment aged well

@amauryandrews5257

@Sam Pines ong

@juda210

You knew what was up, respect

@lashawnnolen460

Thus aged well.

@adamwilliams6068

GOAT

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@andybyer5647

this is such a special song, far more than a light up joint. so much meaning, how could anyone dislike this? real music

@jakejamesgx3

S what is it about then? Didn't realize dissing Aaliyah was real music.

@andybyer5647

an aaliyah diss? smh

@leandrogoncalves9709

This era when Kendrick, ASAP, Krit, Gibbs, Q, Danny Brown, Joey Badass were all in the come-up was the best...the perfect mix between 90s rap and modern hip hop

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