Mr. Blew

Verse 1:
Let me introduce what I produce, not a fruit
But I take ‘em through a loop, I got ties with some suits
The homies call me Sky, and the ladies you can too
Or if you’re nasty… (Mr. Blew)
Ha, I made a funny, I’m just playin’, what a script
They hand shaking like the Parkinson’s, never made a grip, I’m a trip
Where’s my luggage, still waiting on the fall
In the spring, I’ma jump, royal flush in your stall
Always the smallest and the youngest out the bunch
But got the most numbers at lunch because I packed a punch
Like Hawaiian without really tryin’
‘cause Blew always win in the end like a Mayan
I don’t think they got it, message them a draft
Cool breeze make ‘em shut yo mouth, I’m like Shaft
Now they lookin’ p’ed off, I’m golfing while they teed off
Sonning you flower rappers while spitting the seeds out

Hook:
S-k-y-B-l-e-w, spell it right, write it right
Left ‘em with a appetite
Got a lot of names, they don’t know which one to choose
So, for now, you can call me (Mr. Blew)

S-k-y-B-l-e-w, spell it right, write it right
Left ‘em with a appetite
Got a lot of names, they don’t know which one to choose
So, for now, you can call me Mr. Blew

Verse 2:
Spell it right like Akeelah or onomatopoeia
Why these men acting like women? they all Madea
Leader of the dreamers, representin’ for the cool
So show respect when you speaking to (Mr. Blew)
Sneaking chicks in the house hoping you don’t hear it, mom
With their hands in the air ‘bout to make a spirit bomb
Ha, been through a lot but I’m strong in the heart
Not afraid to fly ‘cause the sky belong to the stars
Middle finger up, though I never flip them birds
But I do flip words in vain, get on they nerves
Tossing k’s out the pan, let me get mine served
That’s how I cook up these Master Ps, givin’ y’all the hookup
Uh, no limit to these lines by me
Gorgeous women by my side, that’s fine by me
And all these songs wrong, better copy off me
How you got it on lock when your song’s off key, huh?

Hook:
S-k-y-B-l-e-w, spell it right, write it right
Left ‘em with a appetite
Got a lot of names, they don’t know which one to choose
So, for now, you can call me (Mr. Blew)

S-k-y-B-l-e-w, spell it right, write it right
Left ‘em with a appetite
Got a lot of names, they don’t know which one to choose
So, for now, you can call me Mr. Blew