Confessions of a Cash Register
Prodigy,Mac Miller
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Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Check me out (That's right)
Check me out (Check me out)
Yeah, yeah, ALC (ALC)
Don P (Don P)
Mac (Mac)
Uh (Uh)
Yeah (Yeah)
All I got for these niggas is expletives and slugs (Slugs)
All I got for these bitches is big dick and drugs (Drugs)
Alcohol and guns, don't be scared now, you got it, thug
Smart enough to chill the fuck out until it's time to dump
Release so much rage in such a short space
I put your face in your cornflakes, mob-style
You gay, then go mapou
Your honey want a nigga hold her down
Hood nigga, she love my style
I knock the cat out, nigga, I pull a Lufthansa
Nigga, is that your bitch? I took that back to the casa
I'm always pullin' a heist, I can't help that, bitches wanna
To know what that Robby like for just one night
I'll blow her mind and get low
There's too much dough out here to be broke
So I hit the curb and bend a few corners, bumpin' this shit here
Turnt all the way up, niggas gettin' robbed tonight, let's be clear
Come up off of them things, a nigga
Gon' die tonight, I'll leave you here
You give me your valuables (Uh), no funny moves, I swear (Uh)
A man walked in with a smile on his face
And a loaded.45 in his hand (In his hand)
Told the clerk, "Don't move, I didn't come here to
Shoot, but I will, so you must understand," bang
Shots in the air, no time to waste (Waste)
Been doin' drugs all day, now his mind erased (Gone)
Fuck the register, he better find the safe
Get the money, hit his homies up and congregate (Uh-huh)
I need bread, my kid need to be fed
This is a recession, goin' through depression (Woah)
I ain't done sinnin' 'cause I ain't done winnin' (No)
Gotta be fucked up to make it to the top where the money at
Could be next to meet death and vanish
Work at CVS and one day you'll manage (You'll manage)
Rejects emotionally damaged
You kids need a shrink, let me call Rick Moranis (Okay)
One, two, get a crib in Atlantis ('Lantis)
Knock a bitch out cold, she Rick Rambis (Woah)
Tell Dorothy we ain't in Kansas (No)
Livin' in this world, but we don't understand it, no (Woah)
Bullshit, you can't sell that (No)
All these kids'll get held back (Yo)
A cup filled and my L fat
Thinkin' we just want Dave Chappelle back (Woo!)
Run and tell that I'm comin' through the function
With a somethin' too discussin' for discussion
Yep, that's Alchemist in production
Little bit of Larry Fish, yeah, it's nothin', uh (Haha)
God vs. man (Man), mind vs. land (Land)
Competition ain't shit (Ain't shit)
I'ma treat you all like my bitch (My bitch)
You can start by suckin' this dick, biatch (Biatch)