Remix It (Remix)

Mama told me he ain't got as much to lose, don't fuck with him
Niggas rep the same flag ain't cut from it
I fuck and make her leave, he tryna cuff something
This teaner not enough, I'm tryna cuff something. Strong arm
Seen niggas die for less caught reaching with the wrong arm
Apreachers selling hope in the book form
Makeveli taught a prince how to look royal
Too bad he couldn't teach him how to act loyal
Last night I refocused, when old wounds opened
Was betrayed by those closest
So I never shed a tear when another casket closes
Never trust the protocol
My eyes tender cause I'm slept on by all of y'all
I'm dreaming awake, watched Cutitia slip away
So I live like, every word's the last i'm going to say
Farewell to my enemies
All my niggas fall in line like symmetry
Every after party packed with haters, like assemblies
Spare me the roses, I parked where the rose is
Y'all just crossed the finish line, i'm still striking poses
Don't rouse up the black people
Marched on DC, still half equal
The feds turning snitches into martyrs
After knock-knock niggas started thinking smarter
After Trayvon, every city got darker
When I win a Grammy, I'll feel less like my father
Look I made it kinfolk, I'm probably faded kinfolk
If Damian was drowning, I wouldn't save him kinfolk
You don't wanna see me roused up, I call it how I see it
And the shit I seen done piled up
The world's my oyster, even oysters I can learn to love
Niggas run in place and wonder why they never catching up
Since when is it we
I do it for the team
And since I am the team, I guess I do it all for me
Still waiting for them to push me
Because I'm not reactive will never mean i'm a pussy
I make it a point to point out who overlook me
I might not have a plan, but when has that ever shook me
Yeah
It cost 100 just to book me
It's such a far cry from breaking down shipping cookies
Rawston, I been making these pennies stretch
So really it wasn't honest math that put me to the test
Stop it, know you niggas ain't tryna flex
It's still whatever, and fuck whoever is next
Shoutout to my niggas that's summer hustling in August
To my niggas turn summer sand for they daughters
To Aaliyah, she broke my heart i'm honest
Now I'm on, I ain't looking back I promise
Jimmy Choo, color creme
Gucci bag, master beam
That's everything Ima do for the woman that's lacking dreams
Quiet as kept, I'm unmoved on press
For selling yourself short, you're deserving of what you get
I ain't down for tying, & I ain't offering splits
Draco I'll double down before I let the house win
Slade got me back to work again
Every night session like a round table birth again
4am studio, tell me what's the perks again?
Buying mama a house, putting my haters back to work again
You niggas disgust me
Y'all tricking on bitches, I'm authentic
She love me
At least she say she do
She wanna be seen, and I enjoy the view
It's Gods picture, but i'm painting too
Yeah... it's god's picture, but i'm painting too
KTP