Cash Sinatra - Sinatra's Word lyrics

Look, look, uh.. Know how to go with this ? Spit the coldest sh** Started to flow with it Roped it And eloped with it Mister don't rap after hims doin' it Better be through with it Direct your way to another room Im never losin' it Sweep y'all after jumpin' the broom I play with d**h Break mirrors after humpin' tombs I'm tired of y'all board games, you never get the clue And when you do, I read ya mind I know it's it out the blue Trynna see green without white And make it clear to you My colors are all flustered, as it appears to you Whats a bunny to me, is a bear to you And me in 1st is like 5th gear to you Get it ? Nobody ever can compare Man you better go prepare Damn, ya pen should disappear When them phones is in my ear Better clone me cuz im rare Cuz the throne b got me lonely I know we someone, so I could share Sike ! Im tellin' tall tales Like shorties with long nails You never finger pop Ya shot at the top ? You will fall, fail Them b**hes with weaves is who you call real ? Shorty with a caesar, ice like Carvel Shine like stars Vibes like Kartel IIndependent women hold weight like barbells Who would've thought that i'd be livin' this life ? Given the mic at birth, gifted And I'm spittin it right When you listen to Cash It's like you hittin' the pipe And when im kickin' it fast You hear im spittin' it light Like I can go for hours Cowards think they're given the power To spit crack off of sour or cuz they smokin' a pack I got flowers for ya cemetery The recipe is lettin' me Spit till the d**h of me The d**h of you is destiny Allegedly I k** em ? No ! definitely RIP em Sendin' me to Ecstasy Forcin' me to clip em If im forced to be the villain Then im k**in' this sh** Im supposed to the k**er im concealing a clip Bein' a dick, you're f**ed When spittin' the gift Whether an ocean, pond or river you ain't seein' this sh** Ha I can flow forever Clever rhymes rollin' off the tongue I know im never lettin' mine go Until im done Spittin' live the one, im Neo's son Till I knock you 2 off.. Im the 1 c*nt Im 20 and down goin' for the punt It's like a brothel of rappers Cuz all you n***as s** My moneys in shape Yes, my figures up Like s** with an AIDS patient yes, im sick as f** Im nasty when I spit but you still pick it up Weight of the world on my shoulders I still lift it up Y'all never want beef Dog Y'all Chicken up If it's problems ? Viagra mannequins Dog y'all stiffin' up I lock in with the bars so hard im sh**tin' cuffs The feens need me with this dust im kickin' up I spit crack from the crust, and that caused the rush Supplyin' ya mind and that should be enough Cash