BILLY CASH ft. Bill Waves

You see It's about time for me to not be so humble anymore

You can't contribute mother fucker to a game that your not a gift to

You never heard the truth like this, and my lineage is official

I got enough background for two, and my city tends to get brittle

In the winter my depression gets insidious, but it's pretty in mid June

Shoot

I don't know if I'll be forgiven again, and again for every sin I commit

The scent of Newport smoke holds a sentiment embedded deep in my system

On Penn Avenue get stripped of your innocence

I keep flexing my vision in a sense

I beat complex systems meant to see I'm lost in a psychiatric clinic, institution, or prison