[ Featuring Robby Cash ]
You know what I mean
Mr. Cash, hold up
Ayo
Local taliban
I can introduce you to the powder man
He coked out, pushin' an all white chevy avalanche
Racks in hand, that's what he spent on women and fashion brands
Masterplan: I made mine stretch, now they elastic bands
Whatchu know bout no working stove with no pot or pan?
Campbell's clam chowder out the can with the Zaterains
Check the battle stance, I'm prepared to do what you cowards can't
Active hands, something like Cassius Clay mixed with Jackie Chan
I'm movin' eerie but trust me my brain is scarier
Flatten your whole world they gon blame the conspirator
These lames inferior, to this day I remain superior
Pullin' out the Japanese make with the beige interior
Conway the Machine type beat
I don't work for free but ill send a verse for the right fee
Codeine fiend, I'm not sippin' if the sprite clean
Shawty 20 now but I hit it when she was 19
I can't let bygones be bygones
I'm still walkin' around like it's 2006 with the apple iPod
Snakeskin python kicks with the vintage izod
Bitch I'm smokin' imported shisha from Azerbaijan
Applying lessons that life taught
They say I'm blessed by the rhyme gods, divine thoughts
Yeah that's me in your blind spot, a cyclops
I spit a thousand 16's on the sidewalk
I did a thousand misdeeds and repented for them
My lesser form is no longer cause that was better for him
I took the place of my old self, it's a metaphor
All that which you seek is within, not on some reddit forum
Go find yourself 'for you think about findin' bitches
Better mind your business first
Cause what hurts is the consequences if you don't
I'm just letting you know
Homie keep a heater when it's cold, a blick in his coat
Before I put a chain around my throat I dipped it in gold
I'm the kid, miniature goat
Every sentence I wrote was equipped with a signature tone
I'm still fulfilling prophecies written in stone
Took the crown and crippled my foes, now I sit on the thrown
Don't get hit with the smoke
See I'm privy to primitive flows that grip at your soul
Lyrics leave you on the tip of your toes
On top the pinnacle of a slippery slope,
I'm a pro, not even in my prime
Rippin' a hole through the fabric of time with complex patterns and rhymes
Designed to radically rattle your spine and shatter your mind
These are just instinctual habits of mine, I'm not even tryin'
Still it was lot of bad thoughts I had to pray through
Before I hit that breakthrough, but to myself i stayed true
I just upgraded my stash box today
To a safe with multiple padlocks like an escape room
Get some head from my lil hoe then I'm headed home
She makin' noises I've never heard like Rosetta Stone
I left the room for a second she tryna check my phone
Seeing things she wasn't supposed to see, shoulda left it alone
Everyone that I'm standing with solid
Couple grams of exotic, just know the plan is methodic
Homie handle the tech in his pocket like an animatronic
He understand the mechanics behind it, bro a fan of robotics
2025 but it feel weird
These politicians don't care and they make it real clear
What if the rapture already happened and we still here?
Governments and churches got tactics used to instill fear
Don't let the hypocrisy get ya
Don't call them real ones if they ain't lived in poverty with ya
They seem authentic until all that dishonesty hit ya
This is not just a cypher it's a philosophy lecture and I'm the professor
Yeah I'm the professor
Navi the terrible
These ain't bars, I'm writing in parables
Robby Cash what we doin' mane?
2k25 Cypher
Ay at some point they gotta understand
It's a difference between knowing the path and walking the path, right?
If you dont got blisters and calluses
On the soles of your feet and the depths of your mind
Quit wasting my time
419 we still here
Mansfield
Richland County
Ohio Boy Productions
Wassup
I'm in the building
