Cash is King

Look, What you think i know, you don't Uh, what got you onto holding hope What, got you in this swollen soul, smoking bowls, like you doesn't even know Why we truly fucking here, yeah Why we truly fucking fear, death Why I keep a doobie behind my right ear And a spliff in the left Vision's the test, hidden our quest Beneath and below the breach of our cold, breath, what's up Oh yeah Back, to the programmed, american sam Inherited when our heritage spins around a carless binge, f*ck it I been running through these studded hoops Sipping hunnid proofs for a couple hunnids months or two And nothing's new So f*ck, let's move Unless we set like a tomb, in the ground of the hounds Whom have howled at the moon and consumed all around, now There's nothing left to do Look, What you think I know, you don't Uh, what got you onto holding hope What, got you in this swollen soul, smoking bowls, like you doesn't even know Why we truly fucking here, yeah Why we truly fucking fear, death Why I keep a doobie behind my right ear And a spliff in the left Look, What you think I know, you don't Uh, what got you onto holding hope What, got you in this swollen soul, smoking bowls, like you doesn't even know Why we truly fucking here, yeah Why we truly fucking fear, death Why I keep a doobie behind my right ear And a spliff in the left Sitting in cinema, watching digital integers Through my irregular, retina, turning competitors Into silver, and officers into copper than won't crack Ain't first you last, ain't gold you trash Ain't pave away for anyone expect your ass You're considered a quack, as far as I'm concerned While I serve you raps With bars that surf n turf, you begin to laugh n burst Into tears, unsure whether this good or bad, glad or fear, that have you here Is a savage who appears to have mastered lyrical magic with this hare, Not in his hat, but up on his cap, riding the beat like a cavalier Look, What you think I know, you don't Uh, what got you onto holding hope What, got you in this swollen soul, smoking bowls, like you doesn't even know Why we truly fucking here, yeah Why we truly fucking fear, death Why I keep a doobie behind my right ear And a spliff in the left