Sinatra’s Word

By Cash Sinatra

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Look, look, uh..

Know how to go with this ?

Spit the coldest shit

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 death

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 bitches 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 death of me

The death of you is destiny

Allegedly I kill em ?

No ! definitely RIP em

Sendin' me to Ecstasy

Forcin' me to clip em

If im forced to be the villain

Then im killin' this shit

Im supposed to the killer im concealing a clip

Bein' a dick, you're fucked

When spittin' the gift

Whether an ocean, pond or river you ain't seein' this shit

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

Cunt

Im 20 and down goin' for the punt

It's like a brothel of rappers

Cuz all you niggas suck

My moneys in shape

Yes, my figures up

Like sex with an AIDS patient yes, im sick as fuck

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 shittin' 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