Cash

Earth is my wingspan

Jestus, pull the strings, push the buttons, watch the kings dance

Heartbeat through layers of my body like a heat scan

There's no future in that frontin'

While my forecast raining free bands

I ran up the score and they said the game cheated

Dark horse lapping your champions from the eighth seed

Ask your favorite rappers from Chicago, I've been way decent

You're the dictionary's definition, it's not the same meaning

Crest of my wave leaning off a center stage screaming

Sound from above and beneath like when tape's bleeding

Shake demons through speakers across the page speeding

Moral of the story, only arrived in the chase sequence

Training montage bars, drink the yolk, lifting boxcars

Your fan base is a stockyard

If you left a good first impression, it's a false start

My last tape's the holy grail of a lost art

Cash on hand when you hit me for a verse

And I need the second half 'fore I'm finished with the work

Or it's all on the arm if you ever held me down

So my name rings even when I haven't been around

Cash on hand when you hit me for a verse

And I need the second half 'fore I'm finished with the work

Or it's all on the arm if you ever held me down

So my name rings even when I haven't been around

Twelve hours notice, out of focus cinematography

How they're living is a little different from the marketing

I've been told that honesty's the cross I'll bear

Yeah, I'm already knowing 'cause I hauled it here

Everybody Paul Revere 'less the red coat show up

And who we thought friends pretend they don't know us

Until they need a favor, we're haters if we decline it

Waiting out a portal, slanging science

Finally made immortal, shame your silence

Stopping down the mountain, waking giants

Most you taking off the table is my buy-in

There's nothing plastic 'bout my top five bag

Shook their stony disposition into rock slide slabs

Rap is hydrogen peroxide for all my scabs

Put the bottle down and caught my draft at long last

Put the bottle down and caught my draft at long last

Cash on hand when you hit me for a verse

And I need the second half 'fore I'm finished with the work

Or it's all on the arm if you ever held me down

So my name rings even when I haven't been around

Cash on hand when you hit me for a verse

And I need the second half 'fore I'm finished with the work

Or it's all on the arm if you ever held me down

So my name rings even when I haven't been around