k-k-kato on the track bitch!
but we're gettin' through
cash flow and market crash
i'm still collecting loot
be ware who you come around and are connected to
back in affect my crew'll let you know i rep the new
they stack the deck i use what i have as a steppin' stool
now let it spread and move
reap the benefits when it grew
they act like they never knew
i'm tappin' all the markets; black
the fact that ces sold 45k is incredible
the prophets rise as i philosophize from a peasant's throne
nothing's ever guaranteed
made the dues for me to pay until they gave me clarity
we see the game as clear as day
i never do hear your name
the residue of fear is hate
the plan is place any bets you lose
but we're gettin' through
cash flow and market crash
don't beat it billie jean
that plane'll crash like the stock market
these dummies is broke as auntie-tough
sucks the plan is to ante up
bust in the air and the second they hear that blast blaow
hop over the counter and count up what's in the cash cow
i'm robin hood with a stack of fetty to pass out
relocate myself like i'm prince in this bitch
y'all kick the bucket and stay broke
just as soon as we leave the saloon
we robbing the stagecoach
mad at the way we flip the script
plus everybody's lunchin' on something
let's get the chips and dip
grab my glock with custom pistol grips
get fucked with just the tip
snatch a cup of blood from a gravedigger and take a sip
prob'ly flip right into a grave soon as it hits the lip
just left my home it's time
you know my rhyme is ice cold and i'm steppin' through
i saw your fuckin' show bro and i thought your set was cute
actin' as if you got it on lock and there's nothin' left to dupes
i heard a lot of small talk and i up and left the room
not a monche but built himself impressive tombs
they say what i spit is gas
i guess that my breath is fumes
i'm sure god blessed if i've infected you
they say that death consumes
i aim at the chest and shoot
put my heart and soul on a track and pray that the record moves
won't be satisfied 'til the legends say they respect my views
do a sold out show and i see my name in electric hues
let's set the fuse my man
but we're gettin' through
cash flow and market crash
true but we're gettin' through
molly brown motherfucker can't sink us
gettin' wetter than a paintbrush
now we're on the third puttin' words on the scoreboard
they never get cake cause they never take this gray
hit 'em when they aim this way
hip hop out of the midi west dipped in strange
i'm finna get them brains
hop up in another whip and then switch lanes)
when we got up into the game
now everybody has heard about our way the dick hang
does it give me back pain
these motherfuckers wanna piggyback fame
killer city where cash reign