Came To Conquer (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: NorthSideBenji]
b*tch, I'ma ball
I cannot fail
Keep a .40 on me, bet you could tell
How could I sit 'round you n*ggas and chill?
When I got twenty other n*ggas to hail
I got twenty other n*ggas in jail
Couple n*ggas need 'em racks for the bail
So I'm servin' whether snow in the hail
'Cause she from out of state, came in the mail

[Verse 1: NorthSideBenji]
Diamonds like water, I feel like it's rainin'
b*tch, I'ma trapper but rapper in trainin'
Keepin' the strap for the rats and complaining
'Cause I don't give a f*ck 'bout the crap that you sayin'
All of my youngin's be clappin' and sprayin'
So f*ck up the GTA, your cats be playing
Trust me it's true, n*gga, facts had we laying
The news caught us lackin' at different locations
Got them b*tches sayin', "Sing to me, n*gga"
Rollin' woods, like I'm rollin' off drigga
Under stripes, I ain't talking no tigger
Foreign Benz, think first, you come with us
Shordys working like a symphony, n*gga
Chose the main, 'cause the game plan was bigger
She ain't payin', why the f*ck is you with us?
Cut 'em off like a n*gga had with scissors
Hop out the side, will you slide to the top?
This fully auto, leave your semi at dot
My n*ggas rollin', now the spots gettin' hot
I had to leave the fully auto at pogs
Hatin' n*ggas, always calling the cops
My n*ggas slippin', getting followed and stopped
Chase came quick ready to lob
Know they chattin' 'cause the auto was lost
n*gga, I'm ridin' with nothin' but felonies
Gave the one thing, know you smellin' me
Tell me what's up with the jealousy?
Got it off the pot, then them telly fees
Don't gang bang, but it's better bees
Still gang gang with the fellow C's
Got hard rock to the cocaine
Servin' dog food like it's Pedigree
f*ck n*gga
[Bridge: NorthSideBenji]
Yeah, f*ck n*gga
Servin' dog food like it's Pedigree
f*ck n*gga
Yeah, f*ck n*gga
Bet you could tell

[Chorus: NorthSideBenji]
b*tch, I'ma ball
I cannot fail
Keep a .40 on me, bet you could tell
How could I sit 'round you n*ggas and chill?
When I got twenty other n*ggas to hail
I got twenty other n*ggas in jail
Couple n*ggas need 'em racks for the bail
So I'm servin' whether snow in the hail
'Cause she from out of state, came in the mail

[Verse 2: Houdini]
b*tch, I'ma ball
Not fallin' off
Didn't want hard, so I turned it to soft
Thumpin' the opps, dubbiez all in my cuff
I'm in all black, coming like I'ma goth
First of the month, ring, ring, Fred
He says, "Circle around his ends"
Tellin' me, "Don't bring no friends"
Tellin' me, "He's not for them"
So I went, got ten reds
Left the spot, saw the feds
Looking down right at the ground, 'cause they ain't getting my attention
I ain't tryna feel it, found myself in South Detention
Might do a couple months up in the dip to be in trenches
Trap game, Wassi, programmed like a Nazi
Pigs they know the pollies, but wanna solve the bodies
I just want a Masi' and some 'Rari's
Turnin' up in all the TT parties
I'm applying pressure
Wit' the crodie Pressa
Plug named Hector
With me for the better
Stop f*ckin' with that fella, he a wasteman
Took her heart, then made them Cyclops to X-Men
[Chorus: NorthSideBenji]
b*tch, I'ma ball
I cannot fail
Keep a .40 on me, bet you could tell
How could I sit 'round you n*ggas and chill?
When I got twenty other n*ggas to hail
I got twenty other n*ggas in jail
Couple n*ggas need 'em racks for the bail
So I'm servin' whether snow in the hail
'Cause she from out of state, came in the mail
Bi-bi-bi-b*tch, I'ma ball
I cannot fail
Keep a .40 on me, bet you could tell
How could I sit 'round you n*ggas and chill?
When I got twenty other n*ggas to hail
I got twenty other n*ggas in jail
Couple n*ggas need 'em racks for the bail
So I'm servin' whether snow in the hail
'Cause she from out of state, came in the mail

[Verse 3: Robin Banks]
Fu-fu-f*ck the opps, that's how I feel
Big fifth, send them n*ggas to hell
Double M, shordy, can you not tell?
Robin Banks, but I got clientele
Flip phone, million-dollar sale
Haven't been broke since I made my first sale
Hennessy, no gingerale
b*tch, I'm ballin', this ain't no NFL
Whip it up, whip it up
Like it's magic, but I need me no spell
Yeah, I got bars, but I need me no jail
Credit cards 'cause my pockets got filled
Pull up, pull up (Skrrt)
If you really 'bout that life you talkin'
f*ck a drive-by, I rather park up then get to walkin'
Abaay, abaay
These n*ggas, they do not ride
b*tch, I drift, I do not slide
Pull up (Skrrt), it's homicide
Ahhh, abaay, abaay
Their life is just all a lie
Story tellin' n*ggas, they them n*ggas that we do not like
n*gga, I'm a shooter
Oh, he can't tell?
Stephen Curry, the way I'm shootin' so well
If I get knocked, can't sing like Adele
Keep my mouth shut 'til I get me that bail
Pull up, pull up (Skrrt)
Ahhh, pull up, pull up
Robin Banks
[Chorus: NorthSideBenji]
b*tch, I'ma ball
I cannot fail
Keep a .40 on me, bet you could tell
How could I sit 'round you n*ggas and chill?
When I got twenty other n*ggas to hail
I got twenty other n*ggas in jail
Couple n*ggas need 'em racks for the bail
So I'm servin' whether snow in the hail
'Cause she from out of state, came in the mail
Bi-bi-bi-b*tch, I'ma ball
I cannot fail
Keep a .40 on me, bet you could tell
How could I sit 'round you n*ggas and chill?
When I got twenty other n*ggas to hail
I got twenty other n*ggas in jail
Couple n*ggas need 'em racks for the bail
So I'm servin' whether snow in the hail
'Cause she from out of state, came in the mail

[Outro: Robin Banks]
n*gga, I'm a shooter
Oh, he can't tell?
Stephen Curry, the way I'm shootin' so well
If I get knocked, can't sing like Adele
Keep my mouth shut 'til I get me that bail
Pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up