[verso 1: kevin abstract] These niggas take me for granted What would hap' if I vanish? Bet a hunnid they'd panic My shooters only speak spanish Keep my heart with my dogs Keep my car in the yard I can't drive it nowhere So I'll let you niggas take off Seen the shit that they drop That shit not instantly hot I give that instant re-bop That replay value go off That make my value go up I keep that bow in my cup My niggas rolling Got that going with a thousand to bust That nigga kevin can't rap He too sappy with his shit He don't rep me with his shit He on that teenage bullshit And he 'bout 20 and shit? When he let go of that shit? He'll prolly be a little colder Y'all agree with me? shit That nigga need to act his age He ain't acting like a grown up Ain't that boy from texas? He ain't acting like a soldier Knew that boy in high school Man, that nigga wasn't awkward And I know his mama, man That nigga just a liar
[refrão: kevin abstract] Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine When the guns go pow, won't bother us again I don't wanna do it But they keep on pushing me
[ponte: merlyn wood] Cash don't mean shit (shit) Cried my last tears, bitch Cashed my last check (check) Cash don't mean shit (shit) Cash don't mean shit (shit) Cried my last tears, bitch Cashed my last check (check) Cash don't mean shit (shit)
[verso 2: ameer vann] Call me king of the niggas I need a crown made of thorns God said, "let there be light" On the day I was born Step off the ship with the slaves Then I go hit the stage I just left in a whip All I need is a chain I don't trust no niggas And I don't trust no bitch 'cause people talk too much I bought a black fo'-fifth And a brand new clip That's my new best friend 'cause I'm a brand new nigga In a brand new crib I ain't sellin' no more But got my hand in the zip Whitey gave me the check I ain't ask for the fame I used to deal with the grams 'til they put the cam on my face Now I'm evading the law I'm on a high-speed chase I'm in a big ass truck I tell 'em get out the way I gotta couple of warrants So I'm leaving my state Now I'm in cali today With the sun on my face I got a bag of the gas And a blunt I can face
[verso 3: dom mclennon] How I'm gon' move at your pace? I'm busy settin' the tone You think we runnin' together? I'm in a lane of my own Don't got no friends in this game It's me and my brothers alone They thinkin' that we competing That shit depletin' my bones I don't need all that energy They just fuck up my chakras I put my heart in a locker They love me when I'm a martyr They hate me when I'm myself I can't barter with that You watch us charter these tracks It's sticking like tartar and plaque I need a parlour of plaques Need lobsters and helicopters I need peace for my niggas Need darker skin for all my doctors I like to speak like a scholar Like to think like a nigga In this world I can't wander No honor behind the trigger I could get shot in my back And they'd tell the world that I fought 'em "we ain't taught 'em nothin' new But somehow they been gettin' smarter" That's what they sayin' in private Speaking from that entitlement We still workin' for titles And makin' tidal environments
[refrão: kevin abstract] Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine When the guns go pow, won't bother us again I don't wanna do it But they keep on pushing me Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine When the guns go pow, won't bother us again I don't wanna do it But they keep on pushing me
[ponte: matt champion] Fuck, put ya ante up, riding in the limousine I'm stuck on some bud I hit Underground, we can't compete Fuck all this energy You just wanna bring me down Fuck all your energy You just wanna bring me down Fuck, put the windows up Blowin' past the exit now Up like a money shot, swerve into the sunset Me and all my boys jet Swerving like a doughnut Off, off, off, off, swerving like a doughnut
[outro: kevin abstract & joba] Nigga, whaat? Pull up, pull up, pull up Pull up, pull up if you want to Nigga, whaat? Pull up, pull up, pull up Pull up, pull up if you want to Nigga, whaat? Pull up, pull up, pull up Pull up, pull up if you want to Nigga, whaat? y-yo
Composição: Joba, Dom McLennon, Matt Champion, Ameer Vann, Merlyn Wood e Kevin Abstract