Cash Is

So you think you look better I be stunting on ashes
I gotta make money I can't focus in classes
Forget chemistry you know about taxes
It could be worse but I stay where the cash is
You ever heard youngin preaching to the masses
I can see a clear vision I don't need no glasses
Small bands and mid songs that's all in the past tense
Come on with me and i'll show you were the stash is

So you thinks it's smart to to run a stop sign
You play with me i'll leave you cockeyed
Knock time Rock rhymes
Leave it all critical
Think you got the heat then you gonna get it smoked
Never had a chance had to make my own luck
Hate on me with some dollars, but a buck is a buck
Focused on myself I'm not giving no *coughs*
So you run up me you get hit like a truck

So you think you look better I be stunting on ashes
I gotta make money I can't focus in classes
Forget chemistry you know about taxes
It could be worse but I stay where the cash is
You ever heard youngin preaching to the masses
I can see a clear vision I don't need no glasses
Small bands and mid songs that's all in the past tense
Come on with me and i'll show you were the stash is

I'm not tryna brag, but its such a rich flex
Don't wanna call myself king
But what else do you call the best?
And these lyrics written just like a math test
I'll rock out, but it really just depends
Im 214, so im vibing, You dont second guess
Now we speaking, I got G's on my fit, but im not wearing guess
To me life is a game, so im playing more than you
My life GTA in that be the damn truth
Riding in a i8, But im strapped up with a two
And he Brodie got mine we got ten for the group
I know these youngins be banging, but ain't got a clue
Why they got that op they rarely have proof
Got hollywood thrills, in the Hollywood hills
Got a G 19 that's gon pop like a pill
Cuz you know how I go, from the D to LA
I'm not no killer, But I know people that could put you in a grave
Hop inside a Rari, hop in a Wraith
Either way I still gonna race
So I'm grinding in the Stu
And ain't got beef in the streets
So if I have to leave at least I made history

So you think you look better I be stunting on ashes
I gotta make money I can't focus in classes
Forget chemistry you know about taxes
It could be worse but I stay where the cash is
You ever heard youngin preaching to the masses
I can see a clear vision I don't need no glasses
Small bands and mid songs that's all in the past tense
Come on with me and i'll show you were the stash is