Kato - Recession Proof lyrics

[Produced by Kato] K-K-Kato on the track b**h! [Verse 1: Ubiquitous] Yeah, let me set the mood, CES the CRU! Times hard, money down, but we're gettin' through Cash flow and market crash, I'm still collecting loot Beware 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 Ces said it true, now let it spread and move, credit due Fed it unleaded fuel, reap the benefits when it grew Stackin' my revenue, they act like they never knew I'm tappin' all the markets; black, white, red, and blue The fact that Ces sold 45k is incredible The prophets rise as I philosophize from a peasant's throne Success not set in stone, 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, tell it to steer away Homie connect the clues, the plan is place any bets you lose Time's hard, money down, but we're gettin' through [Hook: Ubiquitous] Recession Proof (recession proof) Recession Proof (recession proof) Cash flow and market crash, I'm collectin' loot [Verse 2: Godemis] (I'm off the wall screaming leave me alone hoe) Don't beat it Billie Jean Approach the dock, park it Ya highest reign, that plane'll crash like the stock market To me it's funny, these dummies is broke as Annie, tough Money's in the family, thus 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 pa** out Relocate myself like I'm Prince in this b**h, I'm a**ed out Go dumb for duckets, y'all kick the bucket and stay broke Just as soon as we leave the saloon, we robbing the stagecoach Lames acting the saddest, 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 f**ed with just the tip Snatch a cup of blood from a gravedigger and take a sip Prob'ly flip right into a rage soon as it hits the lip Radar's chirpin', I ain't afraid, I know it's just a blip [Verse 3: Ubiquitous] Just left my home it's time You know my rhyme is ice cold and i'm steppin' through I blindfolded my goals, line 'em up and execute I saw your f**in' 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 Claimin' Pharaoh, not a Monche but built himself impressive tombs They say what I spit is gas, I guess that my breath is fumes Sick without a cure, I'm sure God blessed if I've infected you They say that d**h 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, today we affect the news Times hard, money down, but we're gettin' through [Hook] Recession Proof (recession proof) Recession Proof (recession proof) Cash flow and market crash, I'm collectin' loot [Bridge] (x2) Times hard, money down, true but we're gettin' through Recession Proof, cash market crash, I'm collectin' loot [Verse 4: Ubiquitous & Godemis] Punk, get ya bank up Molly Brown motherf**er can't sink us Now, why they comin' with the pressure but they can't bust Better pay us, gettin' wetter than a paintbrush If you goin' full, let a n***a fill a tank up Do you want more, we will f**ing bankrupt Now we're on a world tour Steadier than Bruce Lee on the fourth floor Now we're on the third puttin' words on the scoreboard Every city I'm heard, b**h, give me my turn In the Midi I burn like hay, in the middle of a barn ok look away get sprayed They never get cake cause they never take this gray Hit this 'a', but they really lookin' gay, Mitch Bade Shot shots ricochet, hit 'em when they aim this way Knock knock, pick a play, actin' like a b**h, get laid Hip hop out of the Midi West dipped in Strange So Rob Zombie, I'm finna get them brains Hop up in another whip and then switch lanes When we got up into the game, we made a big bang Now everybody has heard about our way the dick hang This way, that way Does it give me back pain, these motherf**ers wanna piggyback fame And they lookin' big Willy with his wiggy whack name In the state of Missouri, k**er City where cash reign, yeah, rah