MRE Remix (Bonus Track) ft. Benny the Butcher Lyrics

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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