Improve on Ya (Second Remix)

Produced by Asendo

[Intro: AnTone]
Tone

[Verse 1: AnTone]
I need a car with the wheels
I need some bars that are trill
I need a flow that is real
I need it realer than steel
I need a flow you can feel, for 500 miles away
Not even seeking the fame
I'm steady playing the game
You steady playing with lames
So many wrong, what a shame (ayy)
Tell me what I gotta do to be number one and not number two
Got three numbers too and three Bentley coupes
So don't tell me that i'm not the dude
I'm not the type to tell you who's who
I'm not the type to sell you yoo-hoos
I'm just your Average Joe with like nothing to lose
Too many trapped in the zoo (ayy)
Too many hitting the snooze and not go to work and don't collect nothing on go
Swear that I'm sick of the news
See all the words, i'm thinking the world is so cold
So we all pack up and puse
Your feeling so hurt, I know it's getting too old
But I gotta speak up and move and do what I can till my car's got a fold

[Chorus: AnTone]
I'm moving up on you
Too fast, I'll think i'll improve on you
Flexing too much, I got proof for ya
Stressing too much, that's why I improve on ya, I improve on ya
I'm moving up on you
Too fast, I'll think i'll improve on you
Flexing too much, I got proof for ya
Stressing but this is the remix to I will improve on ya

[Verse 2: Lil B]
I'm gon fuck these hoes like dat
I got so many bitches, i'm the man
I know the Based God, I know Lil B, that's my fam
Fuck with me, imma tell you goddamn
The campaign so strong
Call me the man, i'm smoking eight fucking long
The time up, nigga
The K-5 young, nigga
I fuck with all ya nigga
I fucking all your bitches
I'm trying not to curse
I'm gon keep verses
I'm dub, I know the Based God, i'm the man
I know Lil B, that's my fam
I know the Based God, I really feel i'm the man

[Interlude: Lil B]
Talk to me
They know about dat and they know about Lil B, man, the worldwide
Shoutout to everybody helping out, doing my thang, you feel me?
(Huh, Huh, Huh!)

[Verse 3: Mayo Staccato]
I work while they blab and elaborate
Wake up early even on Saturdays
Charge up my BEAM shoot the zappo rays
They phoning it in like it's apple pay
God gave me wings still the motto I rock
I waste my talents then what have I got?
No golden buzzer, I built my own slot
Then hit the next stage, yeah ive been blasting off
I don't relate to a lot of you Nathans
Choking is only when they see blue faces
Just like a doctor, my practice gets payment
Thought I'd say patience? I'm not that basic
Back on my nonsense
Back, on my nonsense