All the Cash

[Verse 1]

Born in love with a bloodline punch

And a time release that the capsule held so strange

Wore a target of a frontline punch

And a crime exceeding of absolute rage

Rode a train in a blood clot vein

Where the names of the young were hung in our face

Saw the wrong and withstand the tug

Of my fees the reason, a big mistake

Bore a likeness of those before him

Who held the title in flesh and name

Said hello and then said goodbye

And in between he would plead his case

Saw the dark and embraced the light

And he felt the crawl of his calling fate

Stuck the landing but tripped the wire

And let every weapon off in his face

Saw the looting and convoluting

Of absolution that never came

Tried polluting with contribution

And held the movement in every frame

More of the withering, unforgiving

And run to the last grand contraband

Caught the harm and then bought the farm

And that's the part where I come in

[Hook]

But all the cash and all the cash

And all the cash and all the cash

In the world can't pay me to

Let go of you (go of you)

And all the death and all the death

And all the death and all the death

They dealt don't change the way

I fell for you (fell for you)

(x2)

Try to take it, oh you can't

Pry it out my cold dead hand

Pry it out my cold dead hand

(x2)

[Verse 2]

Born in love with a bloodline punch

And a time release that the capsule held so cold

Wore a shrug of a one-time fuck

In a clear mistake, well that's great, lets go

Rode a train in a blood clot vein

Where the eyes of men caress head, chest, toe

Saw the rug and withstand the tug

Of our absent love, well who the fuck knows

Bore a likeness of those before

Who held the title in flesh not name

Said hello and then said goodbye

And in between she would sit and wait

Saw the light but embraced the dark

As she heard the call of her crawling hate

"Fuck the landing, I'll man the weapons

And hold the barrel to my own fate"

Saw the promise and felt the presence

Of possibility, just not her's

Tried connecting with lost affection

And saw direction with lust not words

More of the withering, unforgiving

And bad to the last drop, Brooklyn birds

Fill the weapon and spin the chamber

And bend the part and are not hurt

[Hook]