Ca$h Out (Cash Out) - June Fourteenth lyrics

[Verse 1] Heard them n***as sleeping on me, tell ’em get they rest I don’t answer up my phone, I might respect a text I’m too tired, n***as scheming on some fake sh** Going ape sh**, feel like on some Bape sh** Feeling starfish on this molly, f** these co*kroaches Murder with the ink, I feel like Irv [?] Young n***a but I job roll anybody, probably job roll anybody Cash give ’em hell n***a, that’s what my brother said Look at me from the cell, told me make my brother bell Can’t beat me sh** cause if it ain’t making dollars then it don’t make sense f**, never got that sh** n***as acting out, so I had to flip that script Used the produce like the kitchen, how I flick that wrist Never vouch for me with that Chanet, paid that rent Now I need 8 sessions, ‘fore n***a step foot in ’09 felt like NFL combine f** school, man, I’m on that sh** ’til the sunrise West side, graduation Got to college just to sign the paper Red pill, blue pill, f**, I’m in the Matrix I was gon’ take you through all the years You know the basic story, blood, sweat and tears Had a kid, worked 9 to 10 Got signed to Ludacris How the f** they disappear? But b**h, I’m still here [Verse 2] See my bars reconcile the penitentiary, yo bars elementary Now I got the mogul, sh** you wanna be a mend to me Don’t act me up, no kin to me, want me sh** around for centuries You n***as is not real, talking literaly Same town James Brown came outta Way before Twitter knew that all these birds would follow Yung Dolla, Yung Dolla, had to say that sh** twice Comeback kid, f**ing ain’t no sh** nice I’m on some running back sh**, and catch a page, Jared Rice You can’t smell my sh** once, you gon’ smell my sh** twice On the quest with my trial, rest in peace that n***a Fife Giving hit after hit like a n***a Kimbo Slice (rest in peace) Y’all n***as don’t wanna respect but b**h, I’m in it Y’all n***as ain’t give me no credit ’til I start winning Yeah I got a list of you n***as, but I ain’t tripping See my daughter 4 and she won’t miss another Christmas See OG gave me this so I had to go Peter Parker on this See my Spidey senses is tingling cause they talking on me Always give you n***as the heat, they just put the spark up on me Always been a star but they just had to put the light up on me I ain’t write this down either but I still give you ether I just wanna get the money, split it with my people Came from the hood where ain’t nobody equal I would tell you a lil more but you waiting ’til the sequel