Poor Decisions Remix

[Verse 1: Stanko]
They say, rich niggas making poor decisions
I had visions of making my own rich decisions
While niggas make it rain I'll be there changing the seasons
For different reasons I'll be mending my past poor decisions
Yeah, like a citizen with no provision
I do some crazy shit but I'm glad my niggas see my vision
Or, atleast their version of my vision
Positioning ourselves to pay attention and take direction
In this rap game
They ask, why you speeding through your raps like Usain
Tell them maybe I'm insane or it must be my brain
Cause i dwell on this beat like I went and set fire to the rain
If you hate me then I suggest you hate me with a passion
Lay this track down as my first tell me your impression
I write my own lyrics I hope you don't confuse it
You claim you're becoming large, people sleep to your music
If X marks the spot then we'll cross you out like X-Men
Is that your ex man?
The hating niggas and bitches taking pictures can jerk off
And become my semen
Cause we believe in our religion for some reason
Never-the-less I strive to become the best
I keep doing this shit like I've come here from the west
Put a smile on the doubters and leave them all impressed
Strategically making moves like a nigga been playin chess
Check mate, check your mate, checking me out
Never claim to be the best just a good rapper from the south
Grid-iron gang I'll straighten out these gay niggas
Like Kirko Bang put the gun to these bitch niggas
I'm a hands on person so I handle my own business
Tryna work it out they assessing my rap fitness
Ironic the Blade Runner used his gun instead
My future's so bright leave the vision of man-kind impaired
I'm about to toast with what you niggas call your daily bread
Like the inside of a pencil niggas know I've always lead
Project verses over niggas as if I used an overhead
Decapitating niggas cause I'm really tryna get ahead
Bun in the oven,she's expecting a sick verse
I never win gold cause I let my girl come first
I'm on my monster flow so you know you getting 3 scars
Just killed a fake rapper now he's dancing with the stars
Yeah (yeah) Mr Nene's in the building
They said money would change me, I guess I'm a chamillion
Looking for an asian that probably 1 in a billion
I'm a straight forward man solve my linear equation
Girls with no money claim they got expensive purses
All white swag like I'm swagger-jacking on some nurses
People with money trees I'll be breaking all your branches
You'll find me around like institutional campuses
They ask questions I give them answers like MANswers
Then prey on my prey and deliver ill circumstances
Never been Diagnosed but I'm really feeling sick
Like a mouse you know I'm always with my clique
Put the caps lock on cause I'm trying to get bigger
No salary you know I'm a self made nigga
Hope you get to figure out what I'm really about
Like a sniper I've been ordered to take all you niggas out
But I'll take you to my slaughterhouse and once the power's out
Most expensive footballer, who's gonna bail you out
Yeah I'm out (I'm out)( I'm out)( I'm out )(I'm out)