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Bank Account (Remix)

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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 hoe

All you my soldiers and I'm a Lieutenant, goddammit, you should be saluting me hoe

I hope you know I ain't going nowhere All you rappers just better get used to me hoe

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 no 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

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!