Crm - Dark Skies (Freestyle) letra de (lyrics)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy what the fuck
Freestyle shit, off the top, yeah ahem!

Dark skies, ayy in the clouds, thunder loud
These some dark times, ayy
From underground, I rose up
Now it’s my time, ayy
In the flesh, gotta flex all of my ice, ayy
These some dark skies, ayy
These some dark skies, ayy
They be watchin’ all my moves
With their sharp eyes, ayy
I’m so good, I could go platinum
With my archives, ayy i will never switch up
And go to the dark side, ayy
These some dark skies, ayy

Zig zag droppin’
Yeah, she got that pussy, pop it, uh uh
Big stack hoppin’
All she do is watch me count it, uh uh
They read all about it
Yeah, my skill, they wanna doubt it
They say money can’t buy happiness
But money can buy these diamonds, uh uh
Yeah, I guess they know me now
Fuck with my only sound
I can see lonely crowds
Fuck all this lonely doubt
They say their money long
But they’ve fallen off
And they’re runnin’ off their clout
They say their money tall
But they’re runnin’ slow
And they’re showing all their doubt, yeah
They want me dead or alive
But I'm not a regular guy
I got your bitch in the back of the whip
And she tellin’ me she wanna
Feel all the vibes this not a regular high
I just get lifted like Prince
You can see they still fresh in the sky
Still got your girl on my side
She wanna make this like Bonnie and Clyde
I don't even think that you should try
I just got a muhfuckin’ check for a show
Phantom got the motherfuckin’ doors
Goin’ up with the glow
I ain't even fuckin’ drivin’ in it
Yeah, she wanna feel a bit of paradise
Put her on my tower like the Eiffel
Now she thinkin’ ‘bout a Paris flight
She suckin’ on me, like a parasite
Then the next day, I’m out her sight
Yeah, I’m livin’ that lavish life
I’m up in space with the satellites
Always be eatin’ up these beats
It’s fuckin’ up my appetite
My shit as hot as one hundred degrees
And I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout my Fahrenheit, okay
Yeah, I know they scared of me
‘Cause I be actin’ sinister
How many fucks I give
It goes into negative integers
These haters don’t affect me
They can’t compare to my literature
I know for sure
That they hate to see me winnin’, yeah
They only wanna see me losin’
But they congratulate me, when I’m up on top
Boy, that shit confusin’
But I’ve gained the positive comments
So now, it feels like I’m cruisin’
Hatin’ on me? That’s just stupid
‘Cause I find that shit amusin’
That people don’t wanna admit
That I make amazin’ music
They be sleepin’ on me
You’ve had your rest, stop fuckin’ snoozin’
"It was only luck!"
"You’re an industry plant!"
Stop makin’ up excuses
In the future, I’ll be the greatest ever
Looks like it’s already proven, bitch

Dark skies dark skies
These some dark skies yeah, dark skies
These some dark skies
These some dark skies, yeah