Wise words from a king's son
Don't bring no b**h n***as in your kingdom
And never tell another b**h your income
Cause they only stick around with intentions of getting some
Ha, well I ain't trippin' nun
I ain't a s*ut but I got "f** A n***a 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 b**h tryna rip her out them fishnets
Ice in the bezel, lower the thermometer level
I'm not a n***a, 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 f**
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 n***a ride on, you with it or not?
Homie ride out, or ride on!