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[Verse 1: Lloyd BankAnnotates]
Ugh! My pump screams, steam rolling through the rap scene
This the shit to do when I wake, youâve reached my bad dream
Stunting early this morning, balling is my caffeine
Scattered chases of cream while I was last seen
I left the richter with my heart and soul
Middle of Southside, hard to find a darker hole
Rolling stone where I parks my home
Home at every thing I hit
Hit one every day
Kick my single shit
In old school flash, Iâm lightening on the darkest day
One of my views clash
I touch a hundred hearts away
Been the hour, King of the bars reign
I sound like no nigga, they mocking our thing
Your homieâs people doing bad, need an extra plate
Hard to follow good direction when youâre section eight
Pearly Gate, Revolver, Father bless the wake
Could have bled out on that corner, hard to question fate
[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
Nigga, what you got?
Throw it all in the pot, light it and turn it up
Now we cookinâ, canât be stopped
We shookâem, Bentley dropped
Speeding against the clock
Weeded through all the seasons, no reason why they want you out
Every body keep it real, howâs that?
Louie sweaters cover up the holes in my back
The Devil want me caught up in this trap
Gucci sweaters cover up the holes in my back
[Verse 2: Styles P]
I been weeded a lot
Cause Iâm dancing with the Devil
And seeing demons a lot
My little man Ox probably need his saliva
I say I pray. When Iâm high
Praying God smoke pot
My heart pump hard shot, my mind is in a knot
Thatâs the Champagne and Cognac wine when it pop
Was I blind because I left dope line on the block
Or just dollar bill hungry?
Fresh clothes addiction!
Loud pipes roaming, you can hear from a distance
My nose follows the smoke, my ears on the shipment
Eyes on the streets but my brains on the Game
Cause itâs tape to a body is lives on the plane
Yeah, you fly but I can stay dry in the rain
You run from it, I sort of rely on the pain - my word
And the banks just like my nigga Lloyd
On my pretty boy shit, trying to get it like Flloyd
[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
I give a fuck about the TV, keep it
I get better with time like my CD sequence
Before my time you couldnât see me sleeping
Ball any fucking way, peep my 3D weekend
You need a wizard and a bomb with Buddha
My bitches canât be regular, my mind is super
I got them bending in my Karma Sutra
Wilding on exotics, Mr. Diamond future
This ainât a sprint, you need a lot of years
You getting money but nobody cares
You trying to make it? Put aside your fears
Donât nothing hurt more than your Momma tears
But how much is? You can rest your wings
Shit was hard. Got to somebody to elect your sins
Put my body with the rest of Kings
Killing, thatâs what effort brings
Time to F the world, Heffner heifer rings
[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
- Álbum:
- Halloween Havoc 2
- F.N.O. (Failures No Option)
- Open Arms (Single)
- V.6: The Gift (Mixtape)
- Love Me In The Hood (Single)
- Make It Stack (Single)
- The Cold Corner 2
- Miscellaneous
- H.F.M. 2 (The Hunger For More 2)
- Rotten Apple
- Mo Money In The Bank 4: Gang Green Season (Mixtape)
- 5 And Better Series: 4-30-2009 Happy Birthday Vol. 4...
- Mo Money In The Bank (Part Five The Final Chapter):...
- Any Girl (Single)
- Start It Up (Single)
- H.F.M. 2 (Hunger For More 2)
- So Forgetful (feat. Ryan Leslie)
- Start It Up (feat. Kanye West, Fabolous, Swizz Beatz, P)
- Any Girl (feat. Lloyd)
- The Hunger For More (Explicit Version)