Bank Account (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm willing to die for this sh*t
I'm ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this sh*t
So my momma ain't want me, she got an abortion
I end up surviving this sh*t
And if I wanted somethin', I ain't got the money
I'd probably be robbing and sh*t
Don't know how much I cry for this sh*t
Said I am willing to ride for this sh*t
You know murder's my hobby, inside of my closet's a bunch of dead bodies and sh*t
n*ggas say that I'm cursed 'cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and sh*t
Shawty say I'm the worst cause I do my dirt, and I don't be hiding this sh*t

[Verse]
b*tch, I'm a savage I spit at you bast*rds, I wonder what you gonna do to me, ho
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
n*gga, 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 n*ggas buckle up before they ride
And they don't really wanna knuckle up, I hit 'em with the uppercut
I had these motherf*ckers 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 b*tch
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
n*gga, I was always dreaming of a Bentley and a f*cking 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 a dime into a penny, but she know I got a lot of sh*t to say
I can turn some water into Henny, drink it up and let the semi shoot, I'll pop you n*ggas 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 canine
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
n*gga, I said all of my idols and favorite rappers ain't been rhyming a lot
What the f*ck happened to Jay Electronica? I wonder if he still got it or not
What ever happened to eLZhi? What ever happened to Meth? What happened to Beans?
What ever happened to Lauryn? What happened to Banks? Tell me what happened to Bleek?
What the f*ck happened to Mos? What happened to Missy? n*gga, what happened to Ghost?
What ever happened to Cube? What up with Common? What the f*ck, 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 sh*t, I'm sick of these new n*ggas out, I'm that new n*gga now
[Bridge]
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Nine n*ggas wanna war, 10 n*ggas on the floor, 11 n*ggas 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 b*tches wanna f*ck, 10 n*ggas 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 f*ck with us

[Chorus]
I'm willing to die for this sh*t
Said I'm ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this sh*t
And my momma ain't want me, she got an abortion
I end up surviving this sh*t
sh*t if I wanted somethin', I ain't got the money
I'll probably be robbing this sh*t
Don't know how much I cry for this sh*t
Said I am willing to die for this sh*t
You know murder's my hobby, inside of my closet's a bunch of dead bodies and sh*t
n*ggas say that I'm cursed 'cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and sh*t
Shawty say I'm the worst cause I do my dirt, and I don't be hiding this sh*t
Joyner, wooh!