Cash Lyrics – Defcee & BoatHouse
Singer: Defcee & BoatHouse
Title: Cash
Earth is my wingspan
Jesters pull the strings, push the buttons, watch the kings dance
Heart beat through layers of my body like a heat scan
There’s no future in their frontin’ while my forecast’s raining free bands
I ran up the score and they said the game cheated
Dark horse, lapping your champions from the eighth seeding
Ask your favorite rappers from Chicago, I been way decent
You’re the dictionary’s definition, it’s not the same meaning
Crest of my wave leaning off of center stage, screaming
Sound from above and beneath like when tape’s bleeding
Shake demons through speakers, across the page, speedin’
Moral of the story only arrived in a chase sequence
Training montage bars, drank the yolk, lifted boxcars
Your fanbase is a stockyard
If you left a good first impression, it’s a false start
My last tape’s the holy grail of a lost art
Cash on hand when you hit me for a verse
And I need the second half ‘fore I’m finished with the work
Or it’s all on the arm if you ever held me down
So my name rings even when I haven’t been around
Cash on hand when you hit me for a verse
And I need the second half ‘fore I’m finished with the work
Or it’s all on the arm if you ever held me down
So my name rings even when I haven’t been around
Yo
Chicken soup for the sickest loop
With a little extra care as I bless the snare hat and kick to boot, Hardy bar serving Hardy hard herbs, it’s bringing nothing real Bringing up the red and nincompoop
Truth or dare, dudes, come here Y ‘all getting it, popping adrenaline option
It figures I dig it, y ‘all missing truth chasing Joneses
Making no sense You compromise styles like a compromised smile With a missing tooth
Sacrilegious to mathematics, my sack, it misses
Attack your vision, glances, that’s cancer To smack remission
Ask permission
Don’t just stay working so you make your perks And battle on or it’s carry on like a past tradition
Time gon’ get hard and sh#t, you best get charging Never address your God as if it’s just jargon
Listen, cause it really isn’t hard to see who just starving, scheming on somehow You peeping poverty as Brett Faulkner
Twelve hours’ notice, out-of-focus cinematography
How they’re living is a little different from the marketing
I’ve been told that honesty’s the cross I’ll bear
Yeah, I’m already knowing ’cause I hauled it here
Everybody Paul Revere ‘less the redcoats show up
And who we thought friends pretend they don’t know us
Until they need a favor, we’re haters if we decline it
Wading out a portal slanging science
Finally made immortal, shame your silence
Stomping down the mountain, waking giants
Most you’ve taken off the table is my buy-in
There’s nothing plastic ’bout my top five bag
Shook their stony disposition into rockslide slabs
Rap is hydrogen peroxide for all my scabs
Put the bottle down and caught my draft at long last
Put the bottle down and caught my draft at long last
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