Shot Caller (Freestyle)

[Intro]
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

[Skit: Al Pacino from Scarface & Aasim]
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

[Verse]
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 hits, 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