I ain’t never been a rich man
And I don’t want to be a rich man
I just want what’s owed to me
I’m at the crossroads south of the rosary
But what seems like mountains in Mozambique
With no groceries, no popery
It’s just spoiled dreams and broken teeth
I want my black slack pockets like they pose to be
Yeah they cool but they only rap locally
But see I’m loco B
I’m the canonized rap samurai from Babylon
I leave throat to feet
So you better roll heavy when approaching me
I throw my weight around town like it’s dope to me
Like a freeloader talking to a master key holder
You tastemakers, breadwinners all toast to me
Cause I’m a thought leader, cross breeder
You a false preacher, in my mind glad we both agree
I want cash 4 soul

Hell yeah I want cash 4 soul
Hell yeah these bastards know
Hell yeah I want cash 4 soul
Hell yeah

Now I ain’t ever been a rich man
And I don’t want to be a rich man
Stuffed in some ill-fitted suit
Consider all dim-witted in pursuit
Of lining my linens, while poisoning the roots
Hell bent on tunnel vision and focus groups
Hel, sent me up to rake in all the loot
Well,
Fret not, Beelze-, I tell ya
The almighty dollar make a voice go mute
And make a point moot, moot
All in my ill-fitted suit
Don’t have to pay ‘em so I rarely ever do
I’m a low down dirty dog and now you know the scoop, but
That ain’t me, that ain’t the way that I groove
It’s second nature to get my people to move
Never filtered when we bring it to you, tried and true
The suits, they’ve got dollars but they couldn’t buy a clue
I want Cash 4 Soul

I’ve got bills to pay
And I’ve got mouths to feed
And the fuse gets shorter when you’re doubting me
And it’ll get even shorter when they duck and dodge
Anytime I try to get my guap, moolah, holla
I don’t need no hot air, bro, don’t despair
I’m just trying to get my share…

I swear you’ll get a back hand to the face
Jack leg to the waist, round house, uppercut
Get back if you in the way
Ugly when we break it down
Stick em up, shake em down
Never saw it coming cause I never saw my money
Running gunning convict, call it economics
You made the record over cash flow conflict
You made the record over cash flow conflict
You made the record over cash flow conflict

I want cash 4 soul
Cake walk cake walk all the way home
Cake walk cake walk all the way home
All the way home
All the way home