Neak Verse: Elevation everything it's fame in that mantra I live by, glory to glorious power you know the most high, do it for believers no reaching to get a co-sign, do it cause I love it y'all can dickride...immortalized for truest lines and being fresh, to def flirting with demons I must be near the thresh-hold, story foretold already written like Nasir's piece, classical, nothing to fuck with, condoning no dumb shit, the media tell us your music gotta be poison for us to bump it, what I'm looking like feeding people love knifes, cuts are running deep and I ain't paying that full price I'll choose, to not walk in the shoes of fools, avoid all Eves, easily you'll die in the muse huh, need no experience I'll stop at the queues huh, fame is a monster that statement ain't skewed huh, reminiscing watching The Box, stomach in knots, butterflies watching legends requesting them nonstop in the mind, something told me none of it is real fast-forward now I'm grown, and see it was all a thrill, rapping what you told, records gotta get sold, execs gotta get paid, so what slaves we can mold? Image is dread heads, jewelry swinging and flashing hella dead prez screaming golden era shit dead, so divisive, fight for the genre, shorties riding strapped with gats bigger than Contra, run the profit like a mobster yell it proper, people are in pain night and day no Sinatra, seeming like the most important thing is a passport seeking Higher Learning conflicted with Rapaport, skinhead, over your head, flow nice Knowing the Ledge like resurrecting Rakim twice, only Chris momma acknowledge come with a T-ChrisT, played Chris, B.I. her nerves like ice so Chicago nights, she don't know those sites, only options is push dope or fade like Mike, went to college, degree'd up, caught that plight, getting interviewed notice they don't like my sites huh, I'm young, black, and gifted said It in King Deferred, deny a black keep them away from knowing they worth, Messiah, needed, the Simlah attire on my black skin peep it, haters won't ceasefire, say you want it all ever thought what that would come to, God dream can't control it or simply undo, only one life who we are we can undo, judge me not, you don't know what I've been though it's so real I gotta be the realist, if I don't show my soul in these lines how the hell you gone feel it huh...

Chorus: Cashed Up, Cashed Up, we on the move… Cashed Up, all around, you know what rules what… (Repeated 2x) Thaione Davis Verse: Okay now, take a little slice off the top, That’s how they scheming em, Them plans and them devious plots, We don’t believe in them, The currency the currently is in a state of emergency, The urgency is certainly taking over me personally, I’m perfectly inclined to put this baby in overtime, Grind captivated and motivated the bottomline, Now whats the drive?, Fame, fortune, or concubines, Maybe it’s all the above, Maybe it’s quantified…stigmata, The flashbacks of welcome back kotter, They say we lambs but is it halal, Here in the now, I gracefully bowed, under the crown, That's covered in thorns, Tattered and torn, Weathered and worn, But Knowledge is born, We distribute it to them idiots, Then redistribute thru the cipher so we can benefit, As one arm, Two legs, Here go my arm to help you to get a head, Then repeat what I said, its thoroughbred chapters, Patting the pockets of pastors, Who perpetrating like they on paradise, They actors, I ain't got no script, No screen plays, Just passion, Put your fucking motor in motion, Nigga we active, Cashed up. Chorus: Cashed Up, Cashed Up, we on the move… Cashed Up, all around, you know what rules what… (Repeated 2x) Neak Verse: The crooked is cashed up....I’m eyeing all my 12, like Jesus at last Sup, the love of money poisonous blood this heart a heartened up, feelings stone cold, the innocent mask up / blasted like ain’t no F' given......and roll around pointing long nose gats like Scott Pippen, and turn these spirits to fly, Spirit, the lies they are inside embedded .... Todd Bridges, you a human being love, let love take your addiction.....away from all the drugs the envious thugs....who see ya kingship as threat like Malcolm X when he saw the smoke screen from his close ones Lord who shot em, if his dead Muslims brother blamed for it the problem is how we use our own to kill our own, what’s going on? Marvin...all this wealth around the nation, how my people starving? all this culture that’s for sale, how they profit off us? poppa told me we should be the lender not to borrow often, this the reason we can’t escape being new slaves, the real question is what we leaving behind in old age before we simply exit underground family, Cashed Up... my lord....this need a Grammy....My God..... Chorus: Cashed Up, Cashed Up, we on the move… Cashed Up, all around, you know what rules what… (Repeated 4x)


Philmore Greene Verse: Growing up I would rhyme to myself & imagine the crowds, Vivid imagination stadiums rapping aloud, Granny thinking I’m weird pacing making sounds, Word placement , basically shaping my sound, So what you hear now was made from the ground, Every bar was a chip of gold I was shaping the crown, I’m here now, salute to the king it’s Big Philly, I missed a lot of sleep just for me to speak filthy, I skipped a lot of meals just to spit this real, I dun taught with loved in pursuit for a deal, It’s too real! Sacrifice & dedication, It equals out to a face full of tears & devastation, Just to make it, some a rob & some would kill they brothers, Granny taught me take of self to help others, This is duwop in the Harlem Renaissance era, Philly raps Is like fabrics made for the weather, It’s Tailor made when I’m engraving the page, A cup of henny a lil trees, Neak blazing the sage, The stage is for me to blaze it with vets, A soul at a time slowly they embracing the best, it’s Philmore.. Neak Verse: Child rebels who pushing every pedal through metals, grew up with screws ups who would ice you for sneaks and apparel, what’s more important, fresh to death or staying alive? What’s going dormant? God's dreams, we simply survive, we living art unblemished it’s Abloh, the premise is Virgil out the ghetto, this newer slave different, no Merlo out the window, I knew my aim shifted, seeing careers going faster like Stanley Kirk’s riches, daily prayers is keep me close no pair of britches, my daily struggle is affirmations from hellish bitches, see my future idolatrous how I worship the sentence they say that keep me arrested like Earl Simmons uh huh, stone’s thrown, influences so Van Gogh, outlasting the stones throw from Judas culture in names, reaching that plateau that's carrying Nas, still dreaming like his record so I ain’t rocking clothes out of OZ, crown’s heavy, the thrones piecing, I wear it lightly, its well fitted, the pressure slim for an almighty, artist, with legend in em, would've caught the ear of a Chris Lighty, RIP, GSC vs Errrybody......

Neak Verse 1: Hella broken dreams and drug dealers, small crosses on foreheads we loss niggas, that pull triggers with every hope that’s exhausted in us, nothing to lose, we’re demons and fools, we’re like a life’s menace, black churches they don’t get it, stressing ‘bout the building fund, what about the lives in it, prayer’s not the problem, problem is when it’s answered, so praying for it instead of spraying for it is a cancer, inner city drama, gained Trump and loss Obama, yo we’re floating up shit’s creek with no paddle’s on us, Pac told me fuck the politicians, fuck the black vote, revoke them sentences, that fills prison’s to the brim, have mother’s singing those church hymns, even kill us recording the film, that’s genocide to a third eye, drop some Visine on the spiritual lens I, see the scheme through the world’s eyes, gotta move a little wiser, already normalized, funeral lines, remove the visor….feel the pressure from the cold hearted, love for self and God soon parted, what we gone do… Chorus: (Repeated 8x)…in this inner city blues where a nigga got nothing to lose man, what we gone do? Neak Verse 2: We at war now and can’t see it, culture trapped in addiction to social media, liars on liars, officials they gone deny it, got money for wars, can’t feed the pour, no satire, biggest crooks posing in attire, suit and tie shit, something like Timberlake, I won’t cease fire, who said the struggle is beautiful, I don’t see a Mya, telling me we’ll overcome, you’re preaching to the choir, we kings, it’s something that we desire, thing is, the world already know it, enslaved sires who lost tryna find ways out of the fire, trying find peace without pulling pieces (guns) out and misfire, how many kids caught the wrong beef, clothes colored in red wine (blood), the sorrow skin deep youngin’, youngin’ who never seen the strays coming, I want to leave and exit out like my name London, hella fiends, young teens with the baby bumps and….forget me nots, no Patrice Rushen, they crying out, see the pain, yo I’m here for something…people dying slow and it’s all for nothing man, what we gone do…. Chorus: (Repeated 8x)…in this inner city blues where a nigga got nothing to lose man, what we gone do?

Neak Verse 1: Staring at the ceiling fan tryna catch that feeling, Outkasted rapping past 30 is unappealing, everybody reaching for levels that's Billboard, you know made it when it's something they'll kill for, famous, same ol G but nah but life changes, unfamiliar these brights lights they yield strangers, penning autographs Mannequin in mind aimless, time flys, the routine's to flee Satan, any day now I tell myself, gold Gramaphone polished on my momma shelf, tuxedos front row nominated the wealth got gold diggers in 4s, I'm addicted to quartets, know it's coming soon seeing days like this, prayers rugs in my living room, I am not convinced, I won't see the beast, belly of it capeesh that's scheming on my soul with hollow tips for teeth, word to Fiasco recycle the lines, change lives, for the people that Basquiat flow, just know life bigger than yourself, heavy is the crown rocking it, do it to death, what.... Chorus: DJ RTST (cuts)... Neak Verse 2: All prayers everything tryna live righteous like poor Teachers leave a legacy like of a TIP & a Phife it's a blessing how when changing lives, find a quest, find a tribe, find the meaning that lies within your soul, the reason why those Marilyn Monroes front row at the shows with sexual healing goals, a king always seen before he know he a king, the reason why he can't find demons in life's seams not a thought like jeans the enemies skin deep, you gotta elevate before you covered in deceit, the evils want it all no way they dying discrete, bad rap gotta give em like I'm skipping off beat who you be, what you represent represent like Illlmatic, authentic vibes is the key, perpetrators, violators, getting caught up in cross-faders, scratched out cause they don't flow Avis, they don't go, no drive to bring changes, build legends like Tongues Natives reverse what I stated, Native Tongue’s riddled me that, tryna be what they said I couldn't be get back, whoa.... Chorus & Outro....