Sky's The Limit

Wise words from a king's son Don't bring no bitch niggas in your kingdom And never tell another bitch your income Cause they only stick around with intentions of getting some Ha, well I ain't trippin' nun I ain't a slut but I got "Fuck A Nigga Syndrome" And cause I'm on the rise like a bench press They're gripping on my ankles while my eyes on the next step Its funny how they lie just to impress "I'm spending money like I print it out my inkjet" Live from downtown, One King West Probably with your bitch tryna rip her out them fishnets Ice in the bezel, lower the thermometer level I'm not a nigga, I'm a modern day rebel I run the streets like a don in the ghetto Cause I got enough bars to put your dogs in a kennel uh! Shut ya bloodclaat yappin' Real niggas never jump ship, I been a captain You making me weak, my stomach cramping Sad cause I can't even laugh at your funny actions Well, welcome to Brampton where niggas forget you till something happens Its cool though All black two door, the inside is two-toned Never mix pleasure with business so I've got two phones I phone when I gotta get my dollas up But here's my pin shorty, PING me when you wanna fuck Till then you outta luck, girl I'm on the next flight Blowing smoke, watching the clouds Im at the best height! Bridge: I gotta make it to the sky before the sky falls Waiting for my second to blow! I'm like a time bomb I'll trod the world barefoot so I can fly home You with it or not homie ride out, or ride on I gotta make it to the sky before the sky falls Waiting for my second to blow! I'm like a time bomb I'll trod the world barefoot so I can fly home You with it or not homie ride out, or ride on Ride on, you with it or not? Homie ride out or ride on My nigga ride on, you with it or not? Homie ride out, or ride on!