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