Cash Out – A COLORS SHOW

A Lau on the beat! Ay Tony! Often sauced, posted at my fortress Boss bitch cooking up the morning sausage Nauseous, but I'll still eat regardless He got a little pitter-patter that he walk with There will always be the chitter-chatter, people talk shit Cautious, sometimes it get me all pissed Pissed off, shit'll make your dick soft In this game, you'll get dropped if you pitch off It ain't about the raps, it's the stats and it's facts Don't get back that advance, you'll get kicked off I been on and I been off, shit I been loved, I been flipped off I hate it when an engineer tell me that I'm wrong in a song When it's clear that the shit's off I swear I'd be rich if I had a single penny for All the petty shit that gets me ticked off Need to go back to the days and play it like a game It was just the shit we lived for Cash out Ain't no consistency up in this industry Cashed out I don't need your sympathy I been blacked out, tapped out, knocked out On the street passed out, fuckers can't get rid of me I'm coming back out, macked out, cash out I don't need a band I need a symphony Look I swear this music shit is like my oxygen, it's like a drug Every year I get a higher tolerance Higher confidence, fuck it I acknowledge it I ain't promised shit, leave me with a pot to piss My wifey, pot of gold, and a lot of piff I might be kinda old but just the heart of kids But nah I'm still a young man, young man Went from the front-man to the one-man-band I'mma do the running man dance Running to them bands till I get that hundred grand advance C'mon, give a humble man a chance What's your stance, can you sing? can you dance? Can you act? Shit, I would ya had a hundred grand on that I don't wanna say two-hundred grand my cap But I'll take what I can, man, that's what's got me where I'm at Here now but I gotta look back Before this it was just a little white boy that could rap Now it's half Puerto Rican, you can see it in the stash, oof Cash out Ain't no consistency up in this industry Cashed out I don't need your sympathy I been blacked out, tapped out, knocked out On the street passed out, fuckers can't get rid of me I'm coming back out, macked out, cash out I don't need a band I need a symphony