Cash Out - A COLORS SHOW

[Intro]
A Lau on the beat!
Ay Tony!

[Verse 1]
Often sauced, posted at my fortress
Boss bitch cooking up the morning sausage
Nauseous, but I'll still eat regardless
He got a little pitter-patter that he walk with
There will always be the chitter-chatter, people talk shit
Cautious, sometimes it get me all pissed
Pissed off, shit’ll make your dick soft
In this game, you'll get dropped if you pitch off
It ain't about the raps, it’s the stats and it's facts
Don't get back that advance, you'll get kicked off
I been on and I been off, shit I been loved, I been flipped off
I hate it when an engineer tell me that I'm wrong in a song
When it's clear that the shit's off
I swear I'd be rich if I had a single penny for
All the petty shit that gets me ticked off
Need to go back to the days and play it like a game
It was just the shit we lived for

[Chorus]
Cash out (x4)
Ain’t no consistency up in this industry
Cashed out (x5)
I don’t need your sympathy
I been blacked out, tapped out, knocked out
On the street passed out, fuckers can't get rid of me
I’m coming back out, macked out, cash out
I don't need a band I need a symphony

[Verse 2]
Look
I swear this music shit is like my oxygen, it's like a drug
Every year I get a higher tolerance
Higher confidence, fuck it I acknowledge it
I ain't promised shit, leave me with a pot to piss
My wifey, pot of gold, and a lot of piff
I might be kinda old but just the heart of kids
But nah I’m still a young man, young man
Went from the front-man to the one-man-band
I'mma do the running man dance
Running to them bands till I get that hundred grand advance
C'mon, give a humble man a chance
What's your stance, can you sing? can you dance?
Can you act? Shit, I would ya had a hundred grand on that
I don't wanna say two-hundred grand my cap
But I'll take what I can, man, that's what's got me where I'm at
Here now but I gotta look back
Before this it was just a little white boy that could rap
Now it's half Puerto Rican, you can see it in the stash, oof

[Chorus]
Cash out (x4)
Ain't no consistency up in this industry
Cashed out (x5)
I don't need your sympathy
I been blacked out, tapped out, knocked out
On the street passed out, fuckers can't get rid of me
I'm coming back out, macked out, cash out
I don't need a band I need a symphony