k**a Kyleon - Bright Lights, Big City Flow lyrics

(*talking*) Ha-ha made it ma, top of the world n***a ha I hear these bullsh** a** raps, y'all calling hip-hop n***a And I must say, I am not impressed one bit n***a Nope, let's get to bidness though k**a hey [Kyleon] I'm a heat maker, no not a beat maker I write fire do you get it, I'm a heat maker I'm a grinder not a binder, but I keep paper That's why them freaks chase us, we turn em to skeet tasters I'll skeet taste ya, but not a whole lot So don't confuse k**a for a trick, I give a hoe not Zip zero, stingy with that dinero Say it ain't my demeanor, I'ma leave that up to FEMA n***a I'm a heat maker, no not a beat maker I write fire, do you get it, I'm a heat maker I'm a grinder not a binder, but I keep paper That's why them freaks chase us, we turn em to skeet tasters I'll skeet taste ya, but not a whole lot So don't confuse k**a for a trick, I give a hoe not Zip zero, stingy with that dinero Say it ain't my demeanor, I'm leave that up to FEMA n***a I do the beats, like Ike treat Tina So I do a b**h bad, and treat a n***a worse than that Step up your verses black, get on my level hater But you gon need a staircase, and two elevators I keep some'ing on my waist, that'll levitate ya And decapitate ya, want me to demonstrate ya When that Glock nine, give you a facer Straight shot to your dome, like Patron with no chaser man [Hook] Y'all dudes, ain't f**ing with me Y'all dudes, ain't f**ing with me Y'all dudes, ain't f**ing with me Tell you the truth, y'all ain't got nothing for me no Put these rappers in a line, let's see Put these rappers in a line, let's see Put these rappers in a line, let's see No, they ain't f**ing with me nope [Kyleon] Put these rappers in a line, I run through em like push quick That's the truth, that ain't no bullsh** 'Gar full of presidential, smoking on that bush sh** that kush sh** Smell it inhale it that's that good sh**, I'm on that neighborhood sh** Run up in your house, gun up in your mouth Without warning, like Notorious B k**a move through the streets, so notoriously I'm on that Gotti Soprano, with the ammo I'm a G Dope than a motherf**er, I'm a ki that's me Download some'ing, get a c.d. and you'll see Take off yor gla**es, get a good look I speak the truth, like I'm rapping out the good book Flows hot, like I got em out a cook book But I'm Emeral, you Martha Stewart n***a Ain't no b**h in my blood, I ain't feminine My heart don't pump Kool-Aid, my blood ain't cinnamon n***a [Hook]