CARTRIDGE Songtext
von BLCKK

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Wah, wah, wah
Yeah, yeah

Picture me rolling something in a blunt
Open it up, pick apart what′s making up the guts
Pass it around, make sure everybody gets it once
Tripping off of whoever bet I ever give it up
Stumbling out the front door, lacing up shoes
I got shit, I gotta get done today I'm making the news
It′s a lot you probably hear about me, none of it's true
'Cause what they said isn′t enough pussy it′s worse, fuck you


Yeah, fuck what they want me to do to roll it out (waouh, waouh)
Bag up the money, pussy the full amount (waouh, waouh)
Check on the legacy went a hundred rounds (yeah)
Still standing and rubber banding the bank account (yeah)
Fuck what they want me to do to roll it out (waouh, waouh)
Bag up the money pussy the full amount (bag, bag)
Check on the legacy went a hundred rounds (yeah)
Still standing and rubber banding the bank account

I put down the static, I don't want it
′Cause if I go to jail, I come out dumping out the cartridge
Hanging out the window, yelling, "fuck the whole game"
Let 'em pull up at the crib and dot a fucking family name
Eulogies and twitter posts "they died too young"
Well blame it on who taught ′em how to hold they fucking tongue (yeah)
Shit that I invested in was built for popping lungs
Tell 'em jump, motherfucker jump, duck and fucking run

Fuck what they want me to do to roll it out (waouh, waouh)
Bag up the money, pussy the full amount (waouh, waouh)
Check on the legacy went a hundred rounds (yeah)
Still standing and rubber banding the bank account (yeah-yeah)
Fuck what they want me to do to roll it out (waouh, waouh)
Bag up the money pussy the full amount (bag, bag)
Check on the legacy went a hundred rounds (yeah)
Still standing and rubber banding the bank account


Scene been rotten from the inside out
I′m still fucking up the peace until we both dried out
I hated every fucking word that ever fell out they mouth
I wish you all the fucking worst could give a fuck what you 'bout
Pussy die (die) tell 'em die (die) don′t ever bring it outside (yeah)
I′m fucking riled up, I hope you try (yeah)
This for every artist ever looked me in my eyes, I see the bitch in you
Bow, motherfucker die slow

Yeah
Pow, pow, pow, pow
Bitch