Phil Knox - Sky's The Limit lyrics

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!