MRE Remix (feat. Benny the Butcher) [Bonus Track]

Ah Man you know what we on I ain't even gotta explain myself no more to these niggas Ah Big BSF, Huh I made this shit look good, this shit really ugly though Uh, they gone say the money changed me But I'ma say the haters did it I watched them suckers bend the rules But what I do, forgave them niggas Making movies I played the villain Shake and move and making millions Money calling, my line beeping I had to tell them to wait a minute, uh Phillipe steak from table scraps I don't like we're making raps Enough dough saved up that I can pay the label back Overseas touring I'm staying at a Paris Hilton Then a few days later a nigga ran into Paris Hilton I made cocaine aroma smoke We never got diplomas though The President that making drugs legal That's who I'm voting foe You know BSF the stamp nigga These killers uncontrollable The hip hop police want my mug shot for these quotables S-class, the new in the model Pillows in the back and the rug so soft Can't wear your shoes when we riding I'm used to beef, all they do is some hollows Keep playing We got hand grenades shaped like Don Julio bottles It's Butch nigga Yeah, Butch in the cut It's Gil, the realest You know we repping MRE in this bitch, look MRE yeah we make dollars Another bar, another comma It's RLZ on the block, where we swerve Chevys, no Impalas Trynna cop me a presidential, finna name that bitch Obama Yeah I'm stacking the money I'm making I'm taking it all, I ain't leaving you nada, like uh My flow is creating a stream like I'm Twitch And they follow the master like Zen Yeah when I'm getting the itch, then I fuck on a bitch Then I go and I fuck on her friend Both are a ten In UK they leng Cease and desist, haters tripping again If little shorty gets too attached, I turn her to a fan aye Got two phones, they siamese Got two hoes from Tel Aviv From the ground up like collard greens Was frowned up, bitch c'est la vie Never giving up on what we started Used to feel lost, now I got a target Go straight at it like a fucking rocket Tell Houston that I've departed Back to back to back to back to back Fuck a gold, I need a diamond plaque Boy I got it, what you bitches lack Got some problems? You know where we at Boy this money never changed me Been the same, always be You pasty ass motherfuckers better just shut up Matter fact, pay me Yeah, you know we came round two hungry Let's go, yeah Aye turn me up a little bit Aye, aye, look Boy I'm the freshest MC Like Coca Cola, no Pepsi And don't forget the popcorn Say I lose, so I'm like "Lets see" Straight to the goal like Messi Face jealousy and envy Navigating through crowds Slimy like mucus, homie free Jeffrey Run it up, run it up Tell little shorty, back it up, back it up Get the money, stack it up, stack it up All eyes on me when I pull up in a Bentley Truck Pull up from deep like I'm Bean I'm White Mamba, I'm leading my team Finding a theme, fulfilling a dream I'm making Ms, they making memes bitch Eating good Philly Cheese Steak Hear my song, wanna replay Not alone tho, it's team play This ain't solo, it's a relay Rose gold, rose gold On my logo, loco I got ice, ice, ice Homie I'm so cold, so cold Easy come, easy go But this come up, homie, wasn't easy tho Had to work two jobs as a soldier Just to afford me the studio I was so down, my shit never aired But I always dared, I was never scared Now I want the crown, now I got the glare And they about to stare, no they never shared But I never cared Like a bull, bitch I'm seeing red Want enough in my pocket and say "Fuck it" Throw it in the air I have done what I've always said About to go to the top Yeah, fuck a sign, boy I ain't going to stop Come take a taste of the potion I'm mixing And trust me you won't leave a drop, aye Go stupid, go dumb Go crazy, go crazy Go uh uh uh uh ice ice Go stupid, go dumb Go dumb, go crazy Let's go uh uh uh uh aye