All the Cash (DJ version)

Born in love

With a bloodline punch

And a time release

That the capsule held so strange

Born a target

Of a frontline punch

And a crime exceeding

Of absolute rage

Rode a train

And a bloodline vain

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

Brought a lightness

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

And the call, his 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

Try polluting

With contribution

And held the moment

That never fade

Brought a 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

Chorus:

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)

Try to take it

Oh, you can't

Pry it out my cold dead hand

X2

(yo)

Bought in love

With a bloodline punch

And a time release

That the capsule held so cold

Brought a shrug

Of a one-time fuck

And claimed escape

Well that's quaint, lets go

Rode a train

Of a bloodline vain

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

Brought a lightness

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 calling hate

"fuck the landing

I'll man the weapons

And hold the battle

To my own fate"

Saw the promise

And felt the presence

Of possibility

Just not hers

Tried connecting

With yours Perfection

And saw an erection with lust not words

Born in withering

Unforgiving

And bad to the last drop;

Brooklyn birds

Fill the weapon

And spin the chamber

And bend the part

And aren't hurt

Chorus x2