Ces Cru - Recession Proof lyrics
[Ces Cru - Recession Proof lyrics]
K-K-Kato on the track bitch!
Yeah, let me set the mood, CES the CRU!
Times hard, money down
But we're gettin' through
Cash flow and market crash
I'm still collecting loot
Beware of who you come around
And are connected to
Back in affect my crew'll let you
Know I rep the new
They stack the deck I use what
I have as a steppin' stool
Ces said it true, now let it spread and move
Credit due fed it unleaded fuel
Reap the benefit's when it grew
Stackin' my revenue
They act like they never knew
I'm tappin' all the markets
Black, white, red, and blue
The fact that Ces sold 45k is incredible
The prophets rise as I philosophize
From a peasant's throne
Success not set in stone
Nothing's ever guaranteed
Made the dues for me to pay
Until they gave me clarity
We see the game as clear as day
I never do hear your name
The residue of fear is hate
Tell it to steer away
Homie connect the clues
The plan is place any bets you lose
Time's hard, money down
But we're gettin' through (gettin' through)
Recession Proof (recession proof)
Recession Proof (recession proof)
Cash flow and market crash
I'm collectin' loot
(I'm off the wall screaming
Leave me alone hoe)
Don't beat it Billie Jean
Approach the dock, park it ya highest reign
That plane'll crash like the stock market
To me it's funny, these dummies
Is broke as Annie, tough
Money's in the family
Thus the plan is to ante up
Bust in the air and the second
They hear that blast blaow
Hop over the counter and count up
What's in the cash cow
I'm Robin Hood with a stack
Of fetty to pass out
Reinvent myself like I'm Prince
In this bitch, i'm assed out
Go dumb for duckets
Y'all kick the bucket and stay broke
Just as soon as we leave the saloon
We robbing the stagecoach
Lames acting the saddest
Mad at the way we flip the script
Plus everybody's lunchin' on something
Let's get the chips and dip
Grab my Glock with custom pistol grips
Get fucked with just the tip
Snatch a cup of blood from a
Gravedigger and take a sip
Prob'ly flip right into a rage soon
As it hit's the lip
Radar's chirpin', I ain't afraid
I know it's just a blip
Just left my home it's time
You know my rhyme is ice
Cold and i'm steppin' through
I blindfolded my goals
Line 'em up and execute
I saw your fuckin' show bro and
I thought your set was cute
Actin' as if you got it on lock
And there's nothin' left to dupes
I heard a lot of small talk and
I up and left the room claimin' Pharaoh
Not a Monche but built
Himself impressive tombs
They say what I spit is gas
I guess that my breath is fumes
Sick without a cure
I'm sure God blessed if I've infected you
They say that death consumes
I aim at the chest and shoot
Put my heart and soul on a track
And pray that the record moves
Won't be satisfied 'til the legends
Say they respect my views
Do a sold out show and I
See my name in electric hues
Let's set the fuse my man
Today we affect the news
Times hard, money down
But we're gettin' through (gettin' through)
Recession Proof (recession proof)
Recession Proof (recession proof)
Cash flow and market crash
I'm collectin' loot
Ti Times hard, money down
True but we're gettin' through
Re-Recession Proof, cash market crash
I'm collectin' loot
Punk, get ya bank up
Molly Brown motherfucker can't sink us
Now, why they comin' with the
Pressure but they can't bust better pay us
Gettin' wetter than a paintbrush
If you goin' full, let a nigga fill a tank up
Do you want more, we will fucking bankrupt
Now we're on a world tour
Steadier than Bruce Lee on the fourth floor
Now we're on the third puttin'
Words on the scoreboard
Every city I'm heard, bitch, give me my turn
In the Midi I burn like hay
In the middle of the barn
Ok look away get sprayed
They never get cake cause they
Never take this gray
Hit this 'a', but they really lookin' gay
Mitch Bade shot shots ricochet
Hit 'em when they aim this way
Knock knock, pick a play
Actin' like a bitch, get laid
Hip hop out of the Midi
West dipped in Strange
So Rob Zombie, I'm finna get them brains
Hop up in another whip and then switch lanes
When we got up into the game
We made a big bang
Now everybody has heard about our
Way the dick hang this way, that way
Does it give me back pain
These motherfuckers that rap
Wanna piggyback fame
And they lookin' big Willy with
His wiggy whack name
In the state of Missouri, Killer
City where cash reign, yeah, rah
Yeah, let me set the mood, CES the CRU!
Times hard, money down
But we're gettin' through
Cash flow and market crash
I'm still collecting loot
Beware of who you come around
And are connected to
Back in affect my crew'll let you
Know I rep the new
They stack the deck I use what
I have as a steppin' stool
Ces said it true, now let it spread and move
Credit due fed it unleaded fuel
Reap the benefit's when it grew
Stackin' my revenue
They act like they never knew
I'm tappin' all the markets
Black, white, red, and blue
The fact that Ces sold 45k is incredible
The prophets rise as I philosophize
From a peasant's throne
Success not set in stone
Nothing's ever guaranteed
Made the dues for me to pay
Until they gave me clarity
We see the game as clear as day
I never do hear your name
The residue of fear is hate
Tell it to steer away
Homie connect the clues
The plan is place any bets you lose
Time's hard, money down
But we're gettin' through (gettin' through)
Recession Proof (recession proof)
Recession Proof (recession proof)
Cash flow and market crash
I'm collectin' loot
(I'm off the wall screaming
Leave me alone hoe)
Don't beat it Billie Jean
Approach the dock, park it ya highest reign
That plane'll crash like the stock market
To me it's funny, these dummies
Is broke as Annie, tough
Money's in the family
Thus the plan is to ante up
Bust in the air and the second
They hear that blast blaow
Hop over the counter and count up
What's in the cash cow
I'm Robin Hood with a stack
Of fetty to pass out
Reinvent myself like I'm Prince
In this bitch, i'm assed out
Go dumb for duckets
Y'all kick the bucket and stay broke
Just as soon as we leave the saloon
We robbing the stagecoach
Lames acting the saddest
Mad at the way we flip the script
Plus everybody's lunchin' on something
Let's get the chips and dip
Grab my Glock with custom pistol grips
Get fucked with just the tip
Snatch a cup of blood from a
Gravedigger and take a sip
Prob'ly flip right into a rage soon
As it hit's the lip
Radar's chirpin', I ain't afraid
I know it's just a blip
Just left my home it's time
You know my rhyme is ice
Cold and i'm steppin' through
I blindfolded my goals
Line 'em up and execute
I saw your fuckin' show bro and
I thought your set was cute
Actin' as if you got it on lock
And there's nothin' left to dupes
I heard a lot of small talk and
I up and left the room claimin' Pharaoh
Not a Monche but built
Himself impressive tombs
They say what I spit is gas
I guess that my breath is fumes
Sick without a cure
I'm sure God blessed if I've infected you
They say that death consumes
I aim at the chest and shoot
Put my heart and soul on a track
And pray that the record moves
Won't be satisfied 'til the legends
Say they respect my views
Do a sold out show and I
See my name in electric hues
Let's set the fuse my man
Today we affect the news
Times hard, money down
But we're gettin' through (gettin' through)
Recession Proof (recession proof)
Recession Proof (recession proof)
Cash flow and market crash
I'm collectin' loot
Ti Times hard, money down
True but we're gettin' through
Re-Recession Proof, cash market crash
I'm collectin' loot
Punk, get ya bank up
Molly Brown motherfucker can't sink us
Now, why they comin' with the
Pressure but they can't bust better pay us
Gettin' wetter than a paintbrush
If you goin' full, let a nigga fill a tank up
Do you want more, we will fucking bankrupt
Now we're on a world tour
Steadier than Bruce Lee on the fourth floor
Now we're on the third puttin'
Words on the scoreboard
Every city I'm heard, bitch, give me my turn
In the Midi I burn like hay
In the middle of the barn
Ok look away get sprayed
They never get cake cause they
Never take this gray
Hit this 'a', but they really lookin' gay
Mitch Bade shot shots ricochet
Hit 'em when they aim this way
Knock knock, pick a play
Actin' like a bitch, get laid
Hip hop out of the Midi
West dipped in Strange
So Rob Zombie, I'm finna get them brains
Hop up in another whip and then switch lanes
When we got up into the game
We made a big bang
Now everybody has heard about our
Way the dick hang this way, that way
Does it give me back pain
These motherfuckers that rap
Wanna piggyback fame
And they lookin' big Willy with
His wiggy whack name
In the state of Missouri, Killer
City where cash reign, yeah, rah