Aasim - Shot Caller (Freestyle) lyrics

This is the remix, this is the remix
This is the remix
This is the remix, this is the remix
This is the remix drop that shit, homie

You wanna play games?
Okay, I play with you, come on
(I know it's been done
But it's so appropriate right now)
(DJ Far) Okay, you wanna play rough
Okay? (Let's go)
Say hello to my little friend

Get rich or die broke
If I don't get rich, I'ma blow up a buildin'
Shoot at the Pope
Stand at the Devil's front door
And check my coat this the poor man's blues
Hungriest shit I ever wrote
I could predict the weather
Aasim's reign of terror
Evеry bar is a lifeline
I will remain forеver
The point I'm tryna prove is I
Could give a fuck less
'Cause, I'm fucked up in the left lane
Speedin' to success
All I want is the wealth
You niggas fight over what's left
Just a bunch of niggas with feelin's
Like you got A-cup breasts
And there's no sweat off my brow
You learnin' that lesson now
Any studio with a mic and
I'm burnin' that session down
My only true religion is
Cuban with crucifixes
In them Spike Lee Nikes
Scuffed ever so slightly
Hunger pains in my veins but
My jeans cut precisely
While you blog 'bout you don't like me
Your girl's doin' me nightly
Wow, what a way to brush you off lightly
Now you lookin' upset, Aasim is a big threat
While you makin' it rain, I'm at the Liberty
Gettin' your bitch wet calm down, tough guy
Who are you tryna impress?
If this is a scare tactic
Your hashtag has failed
You tryin' to box with God but
You lookin' a little frail
And it's a little late to
Be even a little jail
I been around, homeboy
My track record could sell
I shit on your LP, I shoot through your LV
Logo, homo nope, I'm not a gangsta
I'm a grown ass man, you a Jonas fan
So what's that old 50 song? Oh yeah
"Wanksta" you a fuckin' wanker
And you ain't been to London
So you don't understand him
Me, I wrote hit's, bitch
You ain't wrote shit, bitch
I don't think my shit stink but
I think I'm the shit, bitch
And I'm done with you clowns
I either go the distance or
End you in one round i don't wanna be king
I'm not the son of no crown
But, I bodied this like all
The rest, gun shot, man down