Bank Account (remix)

I'm willing to die for this shit

I'm ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this shit

So my momma ain't want me, she got an abortion

I end up surviving this shit

And if I wanted somethin', I ain't got the money

I'd probably be robbing and shit

Don't know how much I cry for this shit

Said I am willing to ride for this shit

You know murder's my hobby

Inside of my closet's a bunch of dead bodies and shit

Niggas say that I'm cursed 'cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and shit

Shawty say I'm the worst cause I do my dirt, and I don't be hiding this shit

Bitch, I'm a savage I spit at you bastards

I wonder what you gonna do to me hoe

I need to hear some more rapping

I'm just not impressed by your cash or your jewelry, ho

All you my soldiers and I'm a lieutenant

Goddammit, you should be saluting me, ho

I hope you know I ain't going nowhere

All you rappers just better get used to me, ho

Nigga, I'm Mr. Blue with my jeans, bought me a Jeep

'Cause I wasn't riding as much

My bank account looking weak, don't look at me, I ain't got time for no fun

Starting to feel like Tyrese, I'm 'bout to trip, and maybe start crying or som'

I might just hit up the Smith's, throw me a fit and wait for my wire to come

Ain't nobody give or show me love when I was coming up

I had to double up and tell these niggas buckle up before they ride

And they don't really wanna knuckle up, I hit 'em with the uppercut

I had these motherfuckers running for they life

Unidentified craft when I'm flying past

I'm an alien sailin' and if you look up in the sky

Blow your mind back, put your eyes back to your iPad, I'm an Iraqi in suicide

When the bombs are loaded and your mind explode in the wind

And you gon' sit down, repent

I was raised in the sewer; me and the it clown are friends

Red balloons for your kids, sink my tooth in ya bitch

I lost too many friends, I don't do good with kids

What you know about riding dirty in the evening?

What you know about Ramen Noodles, and a pack of sazon seasoning

What you know about leaving the oven door open when there's no heat again

And the rent is due and your landlord try and throw you out on the streets again

Nigga, I was always dreaming of a Bentley

And a fucking Lamborghini when I win 'em, I'ma finally get a break

If I didn't get it way before, I guarantee that if I talk to God

Then I can say I got it when I prayed

She don't really want me to get petty, turn her dime into a penny

But she know I got a lot of shit to say

I can turn some water into henny, drink it up and let the semi shoot

I'll pop you niggas all up in the face

Blood all up in the lake, I

Wanna see your wake die

They don't wanna wave bye

Creep when I came by, teeth like a K9

Bleed through your Levi, we from the East Side

Eat when the beat's hot, tea from the teapot

Aim for the tree top, beg till your knees pop

Skrrt in a Nissan, swerve into three cars

You just a bird in a beehive, you just a cold in a room full of germs

Nigga, I said all of my idols and favorite rappers ain't been rhyming a lot

What the fuck happened to Jay Electronica? I wonder if he still got it or not

Whatever happened to Elzhi?

Whatever happened to Meth? What happened to Beans?

Whatever happened to Lauryn?

What happened to Banks? Tell me what happened to Bleek?

What the fuck happened to Mos? What happened to Missy?

Nigga, what happened to Ghost?

Whatever happened to Cube?

What up with Common? What the fuck, where did they go?

Tell me what happened to Budden's, what about Luda?

I hope they ain't losing it now

Hope they get back to the music 'cause I need some new shit

I'm sick of these new niggas out, I'm that new nigga now

I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Nine niggas wanna war, 10 niggas on the floor, 11 niggas on the porch

12 killers wanna war, 13 carnivores, 14 Labradors, 15 dinosaurs, 16 Avatars

17 bombs or grenades at your rental car

18 ways you can die when you have it all

I got I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Nine bitches wanna fuck, 10 niggas wanna rush, 11 hitters on a bus

12 think they one of us, 13 other guns

14 runners-up, 15 rubber gloves, 16 double pumps

17 shots in your face till you cuddle up, 18 ways you can die tryna fuck with us

I'm willing to die for this shit

Said I'm ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this shit

And my momma ain't want me, she got an abortion

I end up surviving this shit

Shit if I wanted somethin', I ain't got the money

I'll probably be robbing this shit

Don't know how much I cry for this shit

Said I am willing to die for this shit

You know murder's my hobby

Inside of my closet's a bunch of dead bodies and shit

Niggas say that I'm cursed 'cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and shit

Shawty say I'm the worst cause I do my dirt, and I don't be hiding this shit

Joyner, wooh!