Combative Soilder (Remix)

[Chorus: New Birth sample & Papoose]

Honey bee

Don't you sting me, sting me, sting me (this is the remix)

Don't fly away from my (Heart)

(2021 shit)

Don't you do it, don't you do it

I can't stand it

[Verse 1: Papoose]

I'm on an inevitable course like Lloyd Banks

The falcon of the jungle destroy snakes

Disrespecting Brooklyn will get you a one Troy wake

Ghetto no limit soldier pushing a Rolls Royce Wraith

I started to see murder before P had a toy tank

When I say I got the glizzy it's a Glock I point straight

You say you got the glizzy you talkin' to fuck boy Frank

The first 48 it puts me in an annoyed space

Cause you can tell her you're bout to snitch

As soon as his voice breaks

They got white picket fences eat fish and enjoy steak

With taxpayers money cause we the ones who employ Jake

It's my year the Fubu Sean John and Rocawear and Dickie suit with the same bandana that Pac wear

Ridin' til the wheels fall off nope not here

We jack it up and change it like Britney we got Spears

Now I'm mobbin' out with my nigga Game we top tier

The Dow Jones Industrial Average watcher who got shares

[Chorus: New Birth sample & The Game]

Honey bee

Don't you sting me, sting me, sting me

(Ayy, Swizz, I see you still choppin' shit)

Don't fly away from my (Heart)

(Ayyo, Pap, let me talk my shit)

Don't you do it, don't you do it

I can't stand it

[Verse 2: The Game]

Extendos hangin' out this Drake concert

You gon' hear them niggas screamin' like bitches when it's burt

I'm in the trenches in these yellow Timbs

Lamb drop hella wind

Lamb chops, that mean heavy metal and what I'm peddlin'

Mansoury Cardonado

Got it off yay but this ain't Life of Pablo

This is Shams El-Ezei with the young Frida Kahlo

This is sak pase and my Haitians feed em hollows

Gas shit my fleet'll follow

Ash the backwood on the carpet in the Maybach

Parked it in the backwoods and then I let the K clap

One body down, lay his niggas down beside his moment of truth

I wanted Calisse before Nas did

Step in the booth before I light this Cuban cigar first

Only New York niggas on corners doing pull-ups at the light

Could even come close to fucking with this broad work

Put me after y'all verse and Pap gon' get your all murked

[Chorus: New Birth sample]

Honey bee

Don't you sting me, sting me, sting me

Don't fly away from my (Heart)

Don't you do it, don't you do it

I can't stand it