"ADDITION BY SUBTRACTION" lyrics
Yo!
You don't feel this, then you got something against me evidently
Why would I settle for second? Niggas ain't better than me
On top of that, these experiences embedded in me
All of these years of raising hell, lucky if Heaven gets me
Speak on Banks like we grew up together and never met me
Can only be in the same space if you upgraded, potentially
You've been lacking. You got ideas for me? Better you scrap 'em Unfortunately, sometimes the best addition is subtraction
You don't want no action, you throwing subs and redact 'em
Trusting you wasn't sensible since kid when we would dap in
It's more than mixing and matching, the art of demanding your passion
Not accepting compliments 'cause you backhanded my last one
Eventually, you will hit a wall, probably need relaxing
Get a grip, people are down to do anything for some traction
Sometimes inaction can warrant harder reactions, and failures from winners can bring the losers dissatisfaction
Hoodie fashion, smelling like Creed. I'm an assassin
Having everyone ain't nothing but greed. You gotta pass some
Dedication is a component you need. Your life is flashing
Before your eyes with a look at the prize, you just gotta catch it
Came a long way from amateur brackets and starter jackets
Now they running me 2K, and they got all the badges
You nosy if you ask 'cause your data's imported backwards
Too busy pocket watching the amount before the taxes
Hiccups come with the journey, it's all about how you mask 'em
Upfront irresponsibilities, had to live off the back ends
You could win if you just clean yourself up, but shit happens
Here go Banks snapping again, sounding like ribs cracking
Scrolled on an article yesterday and it read, "Another Black baby
Thirteen years old, shot in the head." Could save a life
Dealing with logic, you target profit instead, crazy part is
You got all of the tools locked in the shed
Spend all day running from evil, then evil hops in your bed
Maybe you should've took the blue pill, but settled popping the red
People don't belong in the picture, gotta crop 'em instead
You just talking through hunger pains, you ain't got a problem with fed
Whatever once mattered is dead, dead, dead, dead, dead!
You don't feel this, then you got something against me evidently
Why would I settle for second? Niggas ain't better than me
On top of that, these experiences embedded in me
All of these years of raising hell, lucky if Heaven gets me
Speak on Banks like we grew up together and never met me
Can only be in the same space if you upgraded, potentially
You've been lacking. You got ideas for me? Better you scrap 'em Unfortunately, sometimes the best addition is subtraction
You don't want no action, you throwing subs and redact 'em
Trusting you wasn't sensible since kid when we would dap in
It's more than mixing and matching, the art of demanding your passion
Not accepting compliments 'cause you backhanded my last one
Eventually, you will hit a wall, probably need relaxing
Get a grip, people are down to do anything for some traction
Sometimes inaction can warrant harder reactions, and failures from winners can bring the losers dissatisfaction
Hoodie fashion, smelling like Creed. I'm an assassin
Having everyone ain't nothing but greed. You gotta pass some
Dedication is a component you need. Your life is flashing
Before your eyes with a look at the prize, you just gotta catch it
Came a long way from amateur brackets and starter jackets
Now they running me 2K, and they got all the badges
You nosy if you ask 'cause your data's imported backwards
Too busy pocket watching the amount before the taxes
Hiccups come with the journey, it's all about how you mask 'em
Upfront irresponsibilities, had to live off the back ends
You could win if you just clean yourself up, but shit happens
Here go Banks snapping again, sounding like ribs cracking
Scrolled on an article yesterday and it read, "Another Black baby
Thirteen years old, shot in the head." Could save a life
Dealing with logic, you target profit instead, crazy part is
You got all of the tools locked in the shed
Spend all day running from evil, then evil hops in your bed
Maybe you should've took the blue pill, but settled popping the red
People don't belong in the picture, gotta crop 'em instead
You just talking through hunger pains, you ain't got a problem with fed
Whatever once mattered is dead, dead, dead, dead, dead!
