Joey Skelly - Pronto

First off let me say that I'm representin' me
Family got it made, I am loaded off the brain

How much you make, man, I wouldn't wanna tell
Don't ask stupid questions, man, I won't repeat it
Don't know how to follow up
Speed it up, speed it up, speed it up (I need my money)

Pronto
I'll leave my baby in a condo
Blessed up, revved up from Alonso
Bad weather, my fans wait in ponchos, rain drip droppin' on the beat

Can't write this shit, man, it's better than some Tyler Perry
Made out to y'all who thought this kid was actin' funny
My girl from Italy is lookin' like a snack
Cool it up, heat it up, eat it with some parmesan

Some people thought I wasn't made to rap
But here I am sittin' here waitin' for the press
Sayin', "When's the new single, Joey, can we get a sample"
"Everybody want more, bring it to the people"

Man, sit back, put your head on straight
I ain't comin' at you with a hard on, see
I make music 'cause I need to, never mind I want to
I just need to simply put food on the table

"Why don't you show some more confidence"
"Walk around actin' like I am the best"
"Look eye-to-eye when ya stickin' out the chest"
Maybe humbleness certifies male dominance

Man, too cool, try to role up in a posse
Try to keep away from the roamin' paparazzi
Come up on me, man, you about to get snuffed
Turn your white ass into marshmallow fluff (ya heard)

Ayo, gringo, can we get the memo to your money
We think you the best, we sure want to fuck them hunnies

Man, I don't know, try to make somethin' different
Don't do somethin' turned passive aggressive
This shit sound the same so I might just stop the beat right here

Pronto
I'll leave my baby in a condo
Blessed up, revved up from Alonso
Bad weather, my fans wait in ponchos, rain drip droppin' on the beat

Can't write this shit, man, it's better than some Tyler Perry
Made out to y'all who thought this kid was actin' funny
My girl from Italy is lookin' like a snack
Cool it up, heat it up, eat it with some parmesan

Don't like what you hear, bitch block me
I don't give a fuck what you think, judge me
Fake folk talkin' smack, that shit bugs me
You were never real to begin with, dummy

While sittin' there, with a pout in the air
I'ma dance over here smokin' on the Sour D
Laughin' from the taste, laggin' at the pace
Smoke in your face, but I'll share the Sour D

Puff, puff, pass it back that shit's classic
Never miss a moment when ya in the circle, gram that
Don't understand why it's still illegal, change that
Education growin' and it should be addressed that

It has more pros than the fuckin' major legues
Can't you see that it doesn't hurt anybody
Medicine is clearin' that up for you old folk
Who still think it's right that it's good to go to war, so damn

Written by:
Joey Skelly

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