RobGotBeats - CM Punk lyrics

[Verse 1: Ro Ransom] Young Coyote rocking black in the summer time I'm the definition, you don't even have to underline I'm bringing change, ten girls and every one a dime Need top dollar if you wanna find one of mine If I'm gonna rhyme, clear the deck and close the block down Coming with the click and I ain't talking 'bout a drop down Bring your girl around them Ransom boys she might get knocked down This right here a B.I.G deal, coming for that 'Pac sound Yeah, me I'm something that the game need Hope it's not a race, cause we're not moving at the same speed Sleeping with you but dreaming 'bout a Ora comma Rita She gon' think I'm f**ing crazy when I finally meet her Let me show you how ridiculous it can be Rappers is my sons, man I should've used a plan B It won't happen overnight, but you could try to understand me Man I'm way too high, you could never ever land me Getting faded off that cough and cold f** with me and I'mma leave you in your coffin cold Silly rabbit, you ain't messing with my fresh at all I show up at the show room and grab it off the wall I ain't go to prom, don't ask who'd he go with Still riding with the n***as I played Yu-Gi-Oh with Get on the mic, make everybody in the studio sick I ain't bout to be your baby daddy, stupid ho quit Uh, I rock Hilfiger cause it's the family name Five bad ones like I'm juggling Danity Kane I was a nice guy, then the insanity came Disaster j**els, I call this the calamity chain Married to this sh**, where the rice and the doves at? Bagels out in Westport man that's where they show me love at Me and Remy wildin' man I feel like a celebrity Fashion's Night Out I'm stunting like I f**ing better be I'm Ransom, I'm MGz, I'm illRoots, I'm Limos I'm handsome, I've been a beast, I'll k** you, with my trill flows Man I'm just a teen still rappers take my swag though I just make up new styles so I ain't even mad though You ain't seen me in a minute, so here goes the f**ing skinny With a model out in Bedford having Mac Attacks at Vinnie's All I know is she's not from here she looks like she's from New Guinea She say Yote do it mega, all these other rappers mini [Bridge] Mishka tanktop long, can't see her short shorts Combat boots she bought at the thrift store I gave a little love but she said she wants more Call me Night Sky Sparrow, I'm too motherf**ing raw [Verse 2: Ro Ransom] Yeah I'm raw, selvedge denim need an oven and a side dish You know I'm from Harlem bro the capital of fly sh** Rob on the beat, n***a you cannot deny this Ain't got nothing nice to say so bow your head in silence Man I'm tired of beating a horse that I k**ed; I'm saying it now and I've said it before Somebody told me she had a new man; But I bet that that n***a's not better than Ro Won't even go get competitive though These other rap n***as can't mess with the flow You want me to come through and bless at your show? We need to talk bread 'fore I step in the door I'm a professional bro, You don't have to confess to me girl I know I'm CM Punk...Best in the world Go to Sleep, Anaconda Vise, Pepsi Plunge I'm about making cla**ics and collecting funds Ain't nobody ever heard your records on the streets bro Takizawa Yote need that Eden of the East dough Man I'm shotgun, reclined with my seat low Go ahead and lie and tell yourself I ain't a beast though