Joyner Lucas — Bank Account Remix

[Chorus] 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 [Verse] Bitch, I'm a savage I spit at you bastards, 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 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 a 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 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 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 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 fuck happened to Mos? What happened to Missy? Nigga, what happened to Ghost? What ever 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 [Bridge] 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 [Chorus] 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!