[Verse 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 rollin', got that goin' 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 twenty 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 actin' like a grown-up.
Ain't that boy from Texas? He ain't actin' 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!”
[Chorus: 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 pushin' me.
[Bridge: 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!
[Verse 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 evadin' 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 leavin' 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.
[Verse 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 competin', 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 stickin' 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 nothing new, but somehow they been gettin' smarter»,
That's what they sayin' in private, speakin' from that entitlement,
We still workin' for titles and makin' tidal environments.
[Chorus: 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 pushin' 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 pushin' me.
[Bridge: Matt Champion]
Fuck, put ya ante up, ridin' 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, swervin' like a doughnut,
Off, off, off, off, swervin' like a doughnut!
[Outro: Kevin Abstract & JOBA]
Nigga, whaaaat?
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to.
Nigga, whaaaat?
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to.
Nigga, whaaaat?
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to.
Nigga, whaaaat? Y-yo!