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t cashes - evidence lyrics

[chorus: t cashes]
evidence, spittin’ with some evidence
‘lot of people hating but they life is so irrelevant
when you talking to me better speak with some intelligence
speak to me with the fact that when rapppin’, i show my imminence

[verse 1: t cashes]
we can get it poppin’
i get to poppin’, you never stand
i always fly high, guess i’m michael jackson, i never land
this deuce is a noose ’cause it stops ya’ breathing like stormy sand
bullеts leave you flying you flinging back like a rubbеr band
n+gga i’m tryna be dominant, n+gga predominant
know that i’m competent it
tryna take rap and i turn it to positive
n+ggas be garbage and f+ckin’ be confident
no way n+ggas, rotate on the cocaine
so they think it’s okay in they own way
show they feelin’ no pain, feelin’ no shame
showcase, they be homemade on the propane
i get to scr+ppin’, my hands are handy like handy manny
my fist knockin’ the taste out yo’ mouth like sour candy
i’ll beat yo’ ass, no i’m never lyin’, you n+ggas dandy
you n+ggas b+tches,you dress your body in women panties

[verse 2: t cashes]
n+gga they lookin’ at i
seein’ me spassin’ like, “who is this guy?”
wanna be spittin’ in showin’ i’m fire
n+ggas are standard, i’m thinkin’ they bi
for certain, i’m the man that the many b+tches be jerkin’
have them squirtin’ up in bed, they call me doc
i’m a surgeon, cut the p+ssy all up with my d+ck up in person
i’ma lion way they screamin’ when i roar, make ’em nervous
i’ma lion in the jungle, i’m amazing but i’m humbled
i make every n+gga stumble, with my rhymes i have ’em struggle
like a brain, i’m the frontal in front of people who mumble
they paper, i have ’em crumbled
like football, i have ’em fumble

[verse 3: t cashes]
i’ma shoot a n+gga like shootin’ bloopers up in a movie
i get the 40. that’s poppin’ more than your lil uzi
i get yo’ b+tch, have her strippin’ live like i’m lil boosie
i take that back, she got little b00bies with little booty
every time a n+gga tryna rap for the bag, snap for the bag
all these n+ggas trap for the bag, cap for the bag
i could never act for the bag, snap for the bag
money comin’ stacked in a bag
n+ggas be talking for what? talking they garbage
they see me, they shut
’cause i’m a n+gga that’s cuttin’ yo’ gut
cuttin’ yo’ body and stab you for fun
[break: t cashes & bryan•brwn]
god d+mn, n+gga
spassed on that sh+t, you feel me (bushido got the juice on these n+ggas)
but we out, it’s ya’ boy t
peace (karma got the juice on these n+ggas)

[verse 4: bryan•brwn]
bushido, b. brown back (evidence)
robbin’ y’all of that big brown bag
gambin’, yo life this track
that cat’s strap go strap go, “brrrap, brrrap” (e+e+evidenve)
t, just gon’ count his cash on the matter of fact that yo’ days don’t add
we just subtract them weak n+ggas, i hit up my deep n+ggas (e+e+evidence)
now it’s 7 days under heat
i don’t never need to speak, it’s another summer in a week
another drummer in a hummer, a loaded f+ckin’ for the freaks
or the dalai lama’s of the streets with the piece (e+e+evidence)
that be creepin’ quiet just to iron your crease
straighten you out, take a bite out this beef
to be honest, my diet more focused on green (evidence, evidence, evidence)
you be pocket watchin’, it’s a lot of talkin’ when you flex ya’ dollars on a wrist watch
not a solid option, while your time ticking ’til your money shorter than a tiktok
yo’ 15 seconds of fame just tickle, like this sh+t literally itchin’ me
i did a victory lap on my enemies, jiggin’ to blue laces
tryna get blue strips, my shoes made of blue suede
all i see is blue faces, my verse doing ballet
lil’ something like jay baby
and my baby beyond fake, with a lot of cake and beyond basic
my lil’ beyoncé look like jorja smith and jhené aiko
with a little bit of lemonade
and i need a beat from mike will, the minute i get it made (evidence, i need evidence)
all my n+ggas gettin’ cuts when i get paid like i’m givin’ fades (evidence)
i just put the date on your books, we not on the same page (evidence, i need evidence)
on totally different sides, in a different whip, not in the same lane
i’m guessin’ i’m not right or wrong, i’m left with the insane (evidence, i need evidence)
the glitch in the mainframe, the video, audio game changed
i’m pitted in pity and pain brained, (evidence, i need evidence) the populous put into shame man
(the populous put into+)

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