Aaron Ruperto - SKY Radio Lyrics

Pluto never should've gave me this beat
A V X P steady bringing the heat
Summer wavin yea the audio steep
Guess it's time that I start killing the weak
Guess it's time that I start killing the weak
Everybody gotta come on to see
Come up the arc watch me pull up the 3
Sum up the charts it ain't nothing till Mr. Are, cross out the E
Lot of ya thinking you know the man
Straight disrespectful please understand
Thinking I climaxed when on the sand
Yea that's on the ground, that's where I now stand
Which means I can't land, which means I can't fall
Which mean I'm boutta blow, which means I'm boutta grow
My come up comin and you gonna know
Boutta show off for a minute
Hit em with a little little bit literal fast flow
Getting all attention not givin giving no pass bro
Everybody thinking they working harder than me?
Listen cus I'm far fixing,never broken don't sleep
Yea I spend most time mixing but that don't mean anything
Lyrical exercise still finding pens to ink
Black sky's around me
Pluto told me gotta come clean
Seasons gon' be how they gon' be
Time to put out all that is me
Gotta drop all the tracks that I seem
To have in the vault it's time release
Told him he's right I guess it's on me
Felt like it's not the time but now IMA
Boutta pull up watch me get up on a roll
Everybody boutta fall guarantee that's factual
Word to mom's I can never let my feelings kill my flow
Oh put the radio AR's having his show
I don't really think they understand the fact of the matter
Latter climbing is happening spit and your bones will shatter
Automatically radically hate is filled to capacity
Cus the haters attacking me see me winning
They trying to salvage any possibility of killing me, deleting me
They disagree to make appease so please excuse
The silly witty gritty filthy pretty busy tricky sticky
Never itty bitty A and R I'm done scouting really
Oh my goodness, doubt me and I will get stupid
Who puts the time in their music, sounds
Like nobody is doing, anything
Like I am doing, the flow is so shifty and fluid
All of you better back up I ain't playing
You thinking I'm prideful but God in me saying
No weapons that's formed will do damage
So really what can all you say to me?
Every second, that I'm breathin
Is a blessin, is a reason
For me to keep on stretchin, in the season
Keep on pressin, keep repeating
Gotta lock in, no other option
Ain't no stoppin, let's get it poppin
Everybody gotta take a back seat now
Cus really Ima take the charge but I'm no convict
Really really oh my god, sick of phonies
Oh my god, bound to see them oh my god, I'll defeat em
Oh my god, what you doing oh my god, I'll do it better oh my god