Cash on, collect
Back up, regret
Fact is, you dead
BeePax, the best
Cash on, collect
Back up, regret
Fact is, you dead
BeePax, the best
I just cashed in a check
Number on that, breaking my neck
You better respect, watch the neglect
Hold on the vest, shots to the flesh
I'm reaping to death, I'm speechless, my head
I'm creeping in bed, no sleep til I'm dead
Depend, descend, your world's pretend
These rap prelims I'm seeping on in
The woman of your dreams, I'm with
You peeping on in, I'm in, hey
You seeing this shit? I go til I'm rich
Collect and invest, patrons ahead
Collecting the check and pressing the rest
Knowledge the vex, Pax is the best
You nodding your head, I lay you to rest
I'm tryna collect, yeah
Blue bin overflowing (flowing)
You don't have paper cause you go and blow it
Blowing all you green on the powder now it's snowing
Who you tryna be and who you really showing?
Maybe get to know me and the power I am holding
Cash on, collect
Back up, regret
Fact is, you dead
BeePax, the best
Cash on, collect
Back up, regret
Fact is, you dead
BeePax, the best
Okay now, what do you get when you get two dudes
From the same high school that hang out cool
Got some bars and things to prove
Throw em in a booth, now you got these tunes
And you got these fools that talk down good
With their freestyle raps and their vision skewed
They don't got the passion that we have
They ain't lasting half of what we passed (yah, yah)
I've been whipping in my notepad
Ink is spilling needing four rags
I get tagged and you get toe tags
Why your remix sounding so bad?
Need to focus on your pen strokes
Need to study up on rhyme zone
If I catch you on her iPhone
Turn your home into a crime zone
Pax, won't you pass that gat and the bat
For real, one word and I'm smacking his hat
No doubt, ask 50 #getthestrap and the mac
Okay, then it's facts that we rap
Uh, yessir
Collected in pressure
The biggest in measure
I like to impress her (goddamn)
Cash on, collect
Back up, regret
Fact is, you dead
BeePax, the best
Cash on, collect
Back up, regret
Fact is, you dead
BeePax, the best
BeePax - Collect Lyrics
BeePax - Collect Lyrics
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Cash on, collect
Back up, regret
Fact is, you dead
BeePax, the best
Cash on, collect
Back up, regret
Fact is, you dead
BeePax, the best
I just cashed in a check
Number on that, breaking my neck
You better respect, watch the neglect
Hold on the vest, shots to the flesh
I'm reaping to death, I'm speechless, my head
I'm creeping in bed, no sleep til I'm dead
Depend, descend, your world's pretend
These rap prelims I'm seeping on in
The woman of your dreams, I'm with
You peeping on in, I'm in, hey
You seeing this shit? I go til I'm rich
Collect and invest, patrons ahead
Collecting the check and pressing the rest
Knowledge the vex, Pax is the best
You nodding your head, I lay you to rest
I'm tryna collect, yeah
Blue bin overflowing (flowing)
You don't have paper cause you go and blow it
Blowing all you green on the powder now it's snowing
Who you tryna be and who you really showing?
Maybe get to know me and the power I am holding
Cash on, collect
Back up, regret
Fact is, you dead
BeePax, the best
Cash on, collect
Back up, regret
Fact is, you dead
BeePax, the best
Okay now, what do you get when you get two dudes
From the same high school that hang out cool
Got some bars and things to prove
Throw em in a booth, now you got these tunes
And you got these fools that talk down good
With their freestyle raps and their vision skewed
They don't got the passion that we have
They ain't lasting half of what we passed (yah, yah)
I've been whipping in my notepad
Ink is spilling needing four rags
I get tagged and you get toe tags
Why your remix sounding so bad?
Need to focus on your pen strokes
Need to study up on rhyme zone
If I catch you on her iPhone
Turn your home into a crime zone
Pax, won't you pass that gat and the bat
For real, one word and I'm smacking his hat
No doubt, ask 50 #getthestrap and the mac
Okay, then it's facts that we rap
Uh, yessir
Collected in pressure
The biggest in measure
I like to impress her (goddamn)
Cash on, collect
Back up, regret
Fact is, you dead
BeePax, the best
Cash on, collect
Back up, regret
Fact is, you dead
BeePax, the best
Back up, regret
Fact is, you dead
BeePax, the best
Cash on, collect
Back up, regret
Fact is, you dead
BeePax, the best
I just cashed in a check
Number on that, breaking my neck
You better respect, watch the neglect
Hold on the vest, shots to the flesh
I'm reaping to death, I'm speechless, my head
I'm creeping in bed, no sleep til I'm dead
Depend, descend, your world's pretend
These rap prelims I'm seeping on in
The woman of your dreams, I'm with
You peeping on in, I'm in, hey
You seeing this shit? I go til I'm rich
Collect and invest, patrons ahead
Collecting the check and pressing the rest
Knowledge the vex, Pax is the best
You nodding your head, I lay you to rest
I'm tryna collect, yeah
Blue bin overflowing (flowing)
You don't have paper cause you go and blow it
Blowing all you green on the powder now it's snowing
Who you tryna be and who you really showing?
Maybe get to know me and the power I am holding
Cash on, collect
Back up, regret
Fact is, you dead
BeePax, the best
Cash on, collect
Back up, regret
Fact is, you dead
BeePax, the best
Okay now, what do you get when you get two dudes
From the same high school that hang out cool
Got some bars and things to prove
Throw em in a booth, now you got these tunes
And you got these fools that talk down good
With their freestyle raps and their vision skewed
They don't got the passion that we have
They ain't lasting half of what we passed (yah, yah)
I've been whipping in my notepad
Ink is spilling needing four rags
I get tagged and you get toe tags
Why your remix sounding so bad?
Need to focus on your pen strokes
Need to study up on rhyme zone
If I catch you on her iPhone
Turn your home into a crime zone
Pax, won't you pass that gat and the bat
For real, one word and I'm smacking his hat
No doubt, ask 50 #getthestrap and the mac
Okay, then it's facts that we rap
Uh, yessir
Collected in pressure
The biggest in measure
I like to impress her (goddamn)
Cash on, collect
Back up, regret
Fact is, you dead
BeePax, the best
Cash on, collect
Back up, regret
Fact is, you dead
BeePax, the best
Writer: D Pax, Nick Bee
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid