Fifty K On The Table

**FIFTY K ON THE TABLE**

 

 

Hook

 

I show him the stash, fifty K on the table, slow watch how he fold it

 

Eyes shift like sirens, loyalty got a price, and tonight we 'bout to show it

 

Pocket full of promises, trunk full of thunder, streets keep the gospel

 

I show him the stash, fifty K on the table, real ones know the motto

 

 

Verse 1

 

Dash light glowin', city breathe low, we parked down by the corner store

 

Cold air, paper smell, rubber bands like prayers on the floor

 

He steps closer, palms open, count slow like he prayin' for more

 

I think 'bout nights I held no bread, now I count blessings on the floor

 

Mama said keep your circle tight, snakes move in a velvet coat

 

Guys smile like they kin to you, but the ledger never wrote

 

I put the racks between us — proof and poison in a fold

 

He lookin' at the paper, I look at his soul, who gon' fold?

 

 

Hook

 

I show him the stash, fifty K on the table, slow watch how he fold it

 

Eyes shift like sirens, loyalty got a price, and tonight we 'bout to show it

 

Pocket full of promises, trunk full of thunder, streets keep the gospel

 

I show him the stash, fifty K on the table, real ones know the motto

 

 

Verse 2

 

Cold breath, two cups of strong, the moon watchin' like a judge

 

Neighbors peep through curtains, whispers soft as a grudge

 

He count twice, cough once, say he been watchin' my grind

 

I remember nights I ate my pride, sold shadows for a sign

 

This money ain't for flex alone — it's bail, it's plan B, it's care

 

It's for the kids I left behind, for the brother laid down there

 

So I watch his pupils widen, test his hands like a thief

 

If he move wrong, we split the world — ain't no mercy in the brief

 

 

Bridge

 

Real recognize real, but real fold under lights

 

Money make the quiet loud, turn friends into fights

 

I keep a Bible in the ashtray, rosary in the dash

 

Prayin' for the good ones while I stack what the streets ask

 

 

Hook — harder

 

I show him the stash, fifty K on the table, slow watch how he fold it

 

Eyes shift like sirens, loyalty got a price, and tonight we 'bout to show it

 

Pocket full of promises, trunk full of thunder, streets keep the gospel

 

I show him the stash, fifty K on the table, real ones know the motto

 

 

Outro

 

He slide a nod, but trust take time, paper don't baptize the soul

 

We roll out, lights fade, city keep pressin' for the toll

 

Fifty K in the rearview — weight heavy, future heavy too

 

I show him the stash, but in this life, the only thing that stays is truth.