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Cash Rules (Pound Cake Remix)

AlyAboushaca on November 05, 2013 01:22

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    Lyrics:

    This gravity it maddens me
    But Imma blast off
    Break the fuck free
    Blinded by the cash
    You'll fade fast
    Greedy motherfuckers
    They never last
    Kill ya shit
    Like Em did
    To Everlast
    Haha
    Yeah
    Remember that?
    Yeah
    You fly man
    Make ya shit go splat
    Pest in the area
    Don't want none of that
    Tired of this buddy buddy
    Kids cuddling
    You a Kid Cudi
    Ratatat
    It's a war Mass Attack
    Blast old school rock
    At the top of my block
    Paint it Black
    Grab a strap
    Before I hit the booth
    I don't spit the truth
    I shoot the truth
    Like Kendrick
    Doo Doo Doo Doo
    Yeah you
    I want you to
    Listen close
    Don't rock the boat
    If it's ya only boat
    Cause Hope Floats
    In the 90s took my notes
    Let's see how these
    Finals go
    Play that vinyl slow
    Just take it all in
    And let go
    I got somethin to say
    But you already know

    No fiction through this diction
    But I get it kickin
    Supreme writtens
    Modern day Salinger
    Sinister plan to become
    The man to bang
    Ya sister on the banister
    More diamonds in my lines
    Than in Johannesburg
    Another rapper hear my shit
    And he get mad at first
    On second thought man
    You should steal this verse
    I'm about more than words
    To me this ain't a game
    Don't say my name in vain
    Before I make you snip a vein
    Try to get me trained
    I'm a beast
    I can't be tamed
    I just flow in and out
    Like a luscious lion mane
    Get the fuck up out my lane
    How the fuck you gettin paid
    Shit is so lame
    What're you even sayin
    Why you even bein played
    When the radio rotate
    Fuck it
    Now you bein slayed

    Killin 'em so blatant
    And leavin evidence
    Specific scents recompense
    Keep it ignorant
    Like a cheetah/zebra print
    Don't have a cow
    I'm here now
    From here on out
    You should fear me clowns
    Hippocratic hypocrites
    Doctorin images
    And fuckin up passages
    Pollutin mind of the masses
    Your shit ain't accurate
    I stay erratic passionate
    Objective
    I'll stay understanding
    Don't mistaken kindness
    For weakness
    If you cross me I'll
    Make you eat shit
    While remainin passive
    Only I can do this
    Searchin for tranquility
    But don't call me a Buddhist
    My own mind that's where
    These rhymes are rooted
    I could do this all day
    No need for conclusion
    Keep spittin vulgar lines
    Till they label me insane
    Cream pie
    Within this game I came
    Drizzy was right man
    Nothin was the same

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