Bar Show - Termanology, Chris Rivers, Ea$y Money

Fly elegant, intelligent thug with relevance

Survives of the declining, crumbling, devilish

Game that takes elements of ya soul for renting it

Presenting us with the debt, accumulated for selling it

Supply leverage to the hustla’s cuz we let em live

Each line I’ll take you into the mind of a veteran

Gangster and a gentleman, pedaling rap sentences

For cash benefits, this pen is equal to medicine

Surpass negative easily preventable measures

I treasure the realness, I possess is unforgettable

My soul window, scan and download info

Instantaneously I invaded ya whole mental

The soul seeker, that’ll shatter ya whole speaker

Collaborating with holograms for all my features

The resurrection, what’s a heart with no direction?

The body is just a shell, it’s more than physical presence

I heard of thirst, but y’all dudes live in the desert

Gotta give son credit, his grind is unmeasured

The paramedics preparing to patch his whole head

It’s plastered all on the pave, split like a patch of lettuce

You get it stretched out on the stretcher like calisthenics

All his friends put him on the pedestal that they invented

Only to watch him to watch him shredded

He fell in a whole deaded, in ya face

If you ain’t got ya hammer than go get it