Stainless Kane (Prod. by YSP)

[Verse 1]
My money don't talk in paper
My money be talking acres
My shooters so trained they could prolly suit up for the Lakers
I've heard the comments from the haters
And the lies told by the fakers
I keep my cool, I just gotta pick my circle safer
I peep them, check in my steps like a pair of blazers
I'm waiting for the day I hear somn from a record label
Kane, way I'm able to put the fire on the table
Lil homie hit me up, he be asking me for favors
Needеd help moving some weight, but hе ain't asking for no trainer
Things got a lil bit murky so I told him catch him later
And we run the fade we gon keep it low just like a taper
You know you with the real when you hear that beep beep from a pager
Funny thing about life is that your wage is my fucking wager
We keep a 10 with the chops on the side that's Walt Frazier

[Bridge]
Motherfucker Walt Frazier man
Yo

[Verse 2]
Fuck a hook, I gotta keep this shit going
Gotta dive in like the nose of a Boeing
Bullets hit the brick you'd think the shit be snowing
My sharpshooter got no Hart, I nicknamed him Owen
He trained to put the 12 to a back like Bruce Bowen
Way he shoot, he gon make you a C like a Trojan
Now hold it
You ain't see that and I ain't talking about no Jordan
You won't see no keyholes in anything I done drove in

100K Gs, laying on my chest
I ain't talking about a motherfucking bench press
Neither bout the dude that play for the Celtics
New in the game but I got that veteran presence
Something's in the air, I could smell it in the Essences
Gun smoke, coming out the barell of the FNs
I treat the rap game like a king does to a peasant
I only worry about me and what provides me my leverage
I got two checks, and now everyone got the message
They all want a piece of the check, man I don't get it
They only hit my line up when they get a glimpse of the digits
They start withall the fantasies and say shit is what it isn't

And all I can do is turn they bitches into mistress
Now who really winning
In this world full of sinning
I gotta get mines, I ain't gon sit here and do pretending
Fuck they feelings, and whoever else I'm offending
We can't conversate if you ain't really contending
I'll break my shit down for those that ain't comprehending
Gotta make sure you get behind the bar like a prison sentence
One things for certain, you don't gotta worry bout what I'm spending
I blow what you make in a year, and my shit ain't ever pending
Fuck a list, I'm the realist in the business, scratch that, I'm the illest
A couple commas and some bitches, that's the difference
Now go ahead and keep asking me what the deal is

"Somebody get a damn fireman out here
The tables on fire
Kane is going to put Bryan through the table
Somebody stop this!
Oh my God! Oh my God!
The demons burning in Hell!"