44 Bars (Remix)

[Verse]
I'ma be honest, look, I ain’t even heard Logic's
But, I don't carry cash, I’m not out of pocket
They say the apple doesn't fall too far away from
The place it started, but, my tree was in harvest
And if Logic gave you 44, then I can give you 50 no problem (no problem)
I ain't gon' count it, but, I'm Kobe in his last game
So I'ma keep on shooting ‘til they can't forget my last name
I feel like I'm a hawk to all these vultures, call me Ice Trae
I feel like I am Kendrick in a backseat on a nice day
I feel like can’t nobody weather me, not during my reign
‘cause if I bring the storm, thеn y’all won't make it out the driveway
I guеss I can’t imagine me a life where I ain't this damn good
I feel like John Wick in this bitch
And everybody else a candle wick in this bitch
You making all that noise, but, ain't a threat in this bitch
You like some leftover fries in the fridge in this bitch
Just ain't the same anymore
And I don’t even need to take no breaks anymore
‘Cause every song I write just doesn't feel like work anymore
It's at a point where I can only think in full metaphor
It's every single day I'm watching my portfolio run
And there just isn't anybody left to lap anymore
But, I just can't avoid a track, so, now I'm rounding the bend
You better have me some refreshments when I walk through the door
And I just reached a tax bracket where I'm mounting the cash
Cutting off some people, call that trimming the fat
Laundering this money like I'm Mattress Firm
It got me feeling like the rap game Marty Byrde
That shit's a joke, you can relax, just made me laugh
My money squeaky clean, my plug is the IRS
While y'all just full of shit, I think you got IBS
I might just stream your downfall on my own OBS
I think you cheated, me, I could receipt it
Your lines are like a Tory Lanez lineup, they're receded
And they should be deleted, me, I'm undefeated
Your bank account go zero zero zero. repeated
I just want to live without no limits set by somebody else
Find me people that ain't worried about nobody else
Find me people that don't stress ‘bout insignificant things
Like being cool on the internet, not reality
So, I just make friends, with people that is older than me
People with retirements that own property
You know, the people that don't talk about what they gon' do
Because they already made all that shit come true
I'm too intelligent to waste time on tan-lines or waistlines
Or girls without direction that are quick to steer away mine
I hope that when I drop bombs, that they land like landmines
So when you get to stepping on my turf, you blow your spot
Like a Dalmatian, a dog without no bite to it, hogtied
While I'm just rapping like I got a Henry Cavill jawline
I'm having me a ball dawg, here, you can be the umpire
And give me any rapper so that I can throw their third strike
I'm asking, are you ok? UK, then here's some marmite
And just like all that extract, my quality don't expire
Your tide is kind of washed up, my tide is like a tide pod
‘Cause every dumb motherfucker keep my name in their mouth
I gotta be at 50, but everyone got their price
And even Mayweather un-retired for the tenth time
So call this what you want to, a comeback or uprise
But either way I'm here to fucking stay