Addition by Subtraction

[Verse] 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 demand 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's 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 You 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!