Chris De Burgh - Lonely Sky Lyrics lyrics

You look like a bitch gotcha face all bent up

I like a pimp got my gators and my pimp

You take orders and run errands

I take vactions with killers and four time felons

You outside on line like where the weed

I'm inside getting high V.I.P stats

You where the rats and the D's at

I'm where the B's and the C's and the real O.G's at

Ayo the girl spits harder than most dudes

I give it to you on any given sunday like soul food

I aint even gotta double my vocals

I do a main scence that lives and the rest is produce

I'm in the booth wit no shoes and my chain be bangin the mic so I don't got on no jewels

I'm so hot and I done told you

You aint no kiddin to me so basically I don't know you

You don't know me homie I clap you with yo heat

If this was a lake

I'd be a mother fucking Ojay

Set off the sirens form thy alliance

Its a four alarm blaze and I'm on fire

I was talking to Kanye and I heard the wire

That I'm the truth and your a liar

I'm the queen of rap and there is none higher and all you slut bag hoers should call me sire

I'm like fuck that this is it

All these other chicks is wack and I'm the shit

See I'm from New York so I repped the Knicks

I'mma I'mma Husslin I could get them bricks

They say my flow is crazy and I could spit and I rap as if I had a dick

Bitches is bad but I'm that bitch

Listen I'm so above the average

Now my walk is mean but my whip is sick

I can't stand a clown but I love a trick

I see a group of dudes and I take my pick

Like you you and you with the Timbs hi nice to meet you my name is Rem

I don't drive a caddy but I'm stuntin like a pimp struct

With a diddy bop looking something like a lick

I cleaned up my money now I'm filthy fucking rich (shit)

See I'm from where niggas stash packs in the backs of their ball sack and pump crack, yak, D, weed and that

Put more baking soda in there coke to get more back

Roc Timberlands uptowns White Tees and sports hats

We kill all rats tell lies cheat and steal

Tints pitch black even gotta em on the windsheild

Liscense suspended Vehicles rented

Warrants open cases several offenses

No phone no cable notices of eviction

Parents is addicted kids don't listen

No rules no school no food in the kitchen and the staircase and elevator smell like piss

You can only talk tough if you do tough things

If you aint from around here you better tuck them blings

Only difference between me and you is that I got out the hood but the hood is still in me