Текст песни A Lot of Love - Cash Sinatra

Rappin we just trynna make it happen
Cameras on I'm steady in the action
This ain't for fake tho, I'm handin you the passion
Dressing up the bars merge the vision with the fashion
Burn the tree put together all the cabbage
Subtract all the maggots
My wonder years call me Stevie Fred Savage
There's a ribbon in the sky & its feelin' like a classic
I could feel you lookin at me givin me that crazy look
But I was just with con & he was cookin up w crazy hook
The way my life is setup fuck around & write a crazy book
All this bad news is what really fuckin' made me cook
Case in '14 it was mean... Yeah it made me shook
Had me in the county I was feelin like baby crook
Moms ain't see the vision & that's what really made me look
Change my life for the better... maybe a baby could
Speaking of babies I've been in mourning
Found out I had a son right after he been aborted
I guess I'm not important
Pay respects that these women don't be affording
Yeah, I plugged so I expected to see
An outlet to decide on the extension of me
Smoke an L to the face as the scene go
Burn the plants & now I'm watchin where my seeds go

Yo yo yo yo!
Yeah I'm talkin to you
Reflection of yaself if they walkin with you
I don't lead the blind & I don't walk with a fool
And some my niggas broke... So they walk wit a tool

Live it to the limit & love it a lot
Smokin weed, planting seeds yeah I loving my crop
Trynna be covered in guap
Not consumed by cubical
Driving other niggas might as well be an Uber too
Workin on my talents never slack, yeahs that's suitable
Kill you if you sleep I could creep just like Kruger do
No wining in my circle... Thas a hoolahoop
I'm the real wave, niggas splashing in a pool or 2
So I'm the topic
Open cap they wanna top it
Just cuz that shorty poppin, don't really mean that she got it
10k on the gram & a 10 in her pocket... Livin with her fam
I don't really understand
And I ain't ballin out nigga
I got unlimited minutes so I be callin out niggas
Wow
Measure em up
You feather as fuck
Step ya weight up
Comin' for ours, you shootin at stars
Step ya aim up
Moms seem like she dont see this shit workin'
And i dont blame her
She won't get it till its financially in my favor
But dont worry bout a thing mama
Ya Young Prince gon' be a King mama