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!