CHRIS WI$E - Dash (Pre-Album Version)

I need two hundred cash in a dash
I don't know where it's coming from
But I'm finna go get it
Life is a marathon
I don't know sprinting
I need a taste of success

I need two hundred cash in a dash
I don't know where it's coming from
But I'm finna go get it
Life is a marathon
I don't know sprinting
I need a taste of success

F that, I need the whole buffet
Where I come from is a very special place
1700 man, treat it like pearly gates
It's been 25 years I gotta go now
See the continent, aye
See New Zealand
Buy some real estate
Save something for the children
Proms is expensive
Graduation limos
And I'm too grown to be living in limbo
So I'm all in
10 on black on me
But this ain't roulette
I'm executing strategy
Name another artist who can function as the GM
WISDOM the C-E-O
Spitting the G-E-MS
I got my MBA
We in the NBA
I got a hunch that my bro gon' be commissioner
Adam Silver say he f**n with the movement
Spreading peace and love and straight grooving
Revolution won't be televised
It's the music

I need two hundred cash in a dash
I don't know where it's coming from
But I'm finna go get it
Life is a marathon
I don't know sprinting

I need two hunned cash in a dash
I don't know where it's coming from
But I'm finna go get it
Life is a marathon
I don't know sprinting
I need a taste of success

I'm the only one working this hard
I can't compare myself to you
I'm the only one working this hard
I can't compare myself to you

Had to register my right hand as a weapon
Bout to go left and get ambidextrous
My mission is teach black children
Disseminate the wisdom on how to live with intention
How to use the mind to design new dimensions
With the rhymes I'm alive
Visionary with the ink
I was living on the brink til I heard this one thing
Being broke don't just hurt self, it hurts we
And I been on the shelf too many cot damn weeks and
Ain't nobody getting me down except me and
Ain't nobody holding me back except C
Ain't nobody gon' see the the magic until C believe C
Hitman like Owen Shaw
Rest in peace to Owen Hart
Lot of these rap guys
Couldn't even come outside if the Pimp was still alive
But the media always letting bullshit fly
They in the business of seeing my people die
Kids learning Percocet before they learning penmanship
Good behavior only come in context of the sentences
that 1-3, 3-8, 5-10, fuck that
School-to-prison pipeline, nah I don't trust that
Most of history, they ain't even want us to read
Why would I trust the books they want us to read?
Huh? Huh? Huh? Naaahh

I need two hundred cash in a dash
I don't know where it's coming from
But I'm finna go get it
Life is a marathon
I don't know sprinting
Life is a test, is you passing or bitching?

I need two hundred cash in a dash
I don't know where it's coming from
But I'm finna go get it
Life is a marathon
I don't know sprinting
I need a whole taste of success!

Written by:
Christian Waterman

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