Futuristic - sh** Remix (Sorry 4 The Wait 2) lyrics

[Intro:] Yo, yo, this the last motherf**ing one take y'all get 'til the album come out, in March or April or May or somewhere down the road, n***a, I'm sorry for the wait two [Verse:] The game getting crowded, you should help out If you know you trash, you should take yourself out I got these rappers all scared of Futuristic Like a kid who got in trouble and mama just took the belt out I'm getting better, it's apparent, now they know me They be staring, my style, they all inherit They see me doing my thing on the stage and they get embaresed Like a kid who's on a field trip with both his weird parents Haters better duck and cover I'm Mortal Kombat with the verses, every cut is upper I'm your favorite rapper that have yet to discover And all I do is make hits, I'm a f**ing slugger Saucy give me credit, I write it, but never edit I spit it, never forget it My money is in a wad, it look like a head of lettuce If you nice and wanna battle, I murder him, he's in heaven Get it? Nice guys go to heaven I'm ga**ing every track, I'm mixing vodka with unleaded On a scale from one to ten, okay, my girl is like a seven But I love her and all my side hoes is eleven (sheesh) That's my only pair of retro's, wearing when I wreck hoes You still rocking Ecko Please, tell me that's not where your whole check go I been making money, rocking shows like Tiësto Pesto and grilled chicken Quinoa and veggies will make you feel different I found out that good looks could be my meal ticket Now they face green with envy like the dude who stole Christmas Still gifted, can't nobody take it from me And all I do is rap, I could make a mummy And these n***as is b**hes, they could make a puppy I'm getting brain from a college b**h that hate to study I came in the game, didn't know what I wanted Just know that I hated these rappers that fronted But they always saying, they keep it a hundred Promise that sh** made me sick to my stomach I rise to the top and I'm not gonna plummet Spit fire like dragon, welcome to the dungeon sh**ting on n***as I might need a plunger I just can't deal with they need disrespect I'm usually nice, but if you wanna fight Then I'm stabbing you twice and then breaking your neck When they play my song, you should all sing along And start banging your head or I'm banging your head on the wall 'Til you fall, if you wanna survive, then just do what I say [Outro:] I'm sorry for the wait two, I'm sorry for the wait two (hehe, yeah) I'm sorry for the wait two, I'm sorry for the wait two (I'm 'bout to go on tour, b**h) I'm sorry for the wait two, I'm sorry for the wait two (My album dropping and it's called The Rise, motherf**er) I'm sorry for the wait two, I'm sorry for the wait two, sheesh