YC The Cynic - #Fiona lyrics

[Produced By: Millzmatic & Ricky Vaughn] [Intro: Otis Clapp] Bro, I gave her the D, man The Dick Vitale The Dick Clark The Dick Tracy The Andy Dick, bro D, bro Yo [Verse 1: YC The Cynic] Y, You know the Bronx is what I'm repping for I made requests to God and had them set in stone Born under Plymouth rock I made a stepping stone I took my first steps and made the metronome I took my first breath and made a metaphor Now I reckon, wrecking every record in my retinal Make a living playing show and tell, I do a show you go and tell I been a pro, you cointel [Verse 2: Otis Clapp] I ain't got time for the small talk Tell them hop off where the balls are We coming for your daughters Saying I'mma fall off Saying that I s** but they studying the formula Skinny dude, with tattoos and mad boos O. Clapp, that a**hole is mad rude Cash game, I cash out, you cashews I'm Ca**ius, you Clay Aiken, cash rules [Hook: Instrumental 4 Measures ] [Verse 3: Otis Clapp] Oh happy day, b**h I'm like the Fonz Snap my finger quickly, have your b**hes in my car So ante up with that gas money, either that, or the a** honey It ain't a joke I spit flows that'll rearrange your hopes These f**ers don't write, they just rearrange my quotes I've been great since the doc yelled push Competition in the corner acting shook, look [Verse 4: YC The Cynic] I got the city on my back The borough in my backpack Latched the whole to a hatchback Matte black finish, and blue tinted, the lieutenant The who's who of who's in it The who villages, grinch, the Cynic My crowns thorned, my cross wooden But stood across pulling broads from Bergdorf Goodman Hall and Oates while I'm hauling a** out from the golden calf Converse leading muddy tracks out of Goldman Sachs [Hook: Instrumental 4 Measures] [Verse 5: Otis Clapp] Look he ain't no rookie b**hes get a cookie #ATB, I did it all for the nookie sh** is there for the taking, so I took it b**hes think I'm crazy cause I look it You cannot replace him, we are not adjacent Let me keep it real that you'd be lucky just to face him A lot of cats try to roll with us Same cats couldn't roll our blunts (okay, okay) [Verse 6: YC The Cynic] Ain't no other cat like me But Otis Clapp the clashed titans with brash psyches It's more than rap, it's bra** pliers we wrapped tightly You called it rap and caught the wrath of the almighty God, I'm god godbody You hired a body guard, I'm guarded by broads, hogging my twins like Taj Mowry in the Taj Mahal lobby I'm obviously important, the potty mouth of the party Me and Charlotte shaking the port-a-potty like Fort Apache [Hook into Transition] [Verse 7: Otis Clapp] You was the woman of my dreams Now I see you in my nightmares Cause you wasn't what you seemed Started thinking life is not fair If I channel, a whole 'nother angle Say I break hearts but they way too fragile Say I'm too shallow, f** it don't matter Why you so mad for? f** it, don't matter Fiona, you move like a rhythm I ain't write yet Gave it all up for some p**y that I might get Mic check, can you hear me really? Cause you ain't answer any calls, oh you probably busy Probably out dating guys, comparing them to I I just wanna talk yo, I swear I ain't gonna lie Then you pull up, wearing something pulled up Ass visible from the front Where you been? it's been a month, baby come home But babys not your baby anymore She probably made a few new friends, tied a few loose ends Of dudes she had to cut off when you moved in Now she looking with a blank stare And its quite clear, that the feelings not there So you take the speech you had planned, scrap it Wish her luck with her new best man, I'm happy [Hook into Outro: Devo D.] It's like you taking on a different persona Used to be me and Fiona, me and Fiona Feeling like I don't even know ya Used to be me and Fiona So if you found love where did you find it? Cause it's hiding, and it feels like better days are behind us So where did you find it? Did you find it? When I see you now I'm reminded That better days are behind us Did you find it? Girl did you find it? Find it, Fiona