[Lloyd Banks]
Uh, everything on heavy, water on your prop bezzi', made my prezzi' rock steady, my confetti is a blend of blueberry
Too many crosses on my line, new celly
Can't even snuff a nigga, lames too ready
What pocket change you buried?
Some words are strong enough to get your fam' touched
Serpent ass nigga, slither right out your handcuffs
We're total opposites, how could you understand us?
Pockets in a drought, yet floodin' your Instagram up
Your WCW rams us
Lyricist delivery, Roberto Duran punch
My aura luminates the room, Louis Vuitton balloons
Banko back to revvin' up the goons, movie time the zooms
I send 'em shots in a medley, Uzi, Nine, kabooms
Bury me a fucking king, custom jewelry out my tomb
You sleepin' on me, made your bed up, can't reroute the doom
Can't be out here dying over coon, floosies out the room, uh!
[Lloyd Banks]
Around the way, you never know
Everybody won't like you, you gon' have to let it go
Gotta find a better road
Shit on all your facade, rocks on a bed of gold
You can leave here in a second yo
Dummy fall I'ma never fall
We gon' always be respected
If a nigga crossed the lines we drew, early exit
[Roc Marciano]
Uh, you fuckin' with the genuine artical, fly nigga, I'm lookin' like Ginuwine in the artical
Been a ton, bitch I been a don
I resemble the image of God, the pendant's on tier with Rakim Allah's
I admit I started a renaissance, got all these artists on the same shit I'm on, I should talk at a seminar, uh
Your lyrics semi-hard
You ain't gotta give me the nod, I know I'm the big dog
In the yard not only did I lift the bar with bars, I really did sling hard like Nicky Barnes
Minus the fish you got fishing parts, you still a bitch at heart, I'm on a yacht fishin' in a pond
Who knew the arm could lift six sextillions, I'm really just superior to y'all with no jewelry on
Spit on your Richard Mille I'm a demigod
Big bitch lookin' at me like a chili dog, uh!
[Lloyd Banks & Roc Marciano]
Around the way, you never know (Really dog, Marci)
Everybody won't like you, you gon' have to let it go
Gotta find a better road
Shit on all your facade, rocks on a bed of gold
You can leave here in a second yo
Dummy fall I'ma never fall
We gon' always be respected
If a nigga crossed the lines we drew, early exit
[Lloyd Banks]
Uh, get out of line and there'll be slim to no forgiveness
Have my niggas grabbin' arms like you called them sons of bitches
Funny how the aggressors become the witness
And you know the motto, speak about it, cuts and stitches
Don't be next to get your head cracked, staple and machete crime
Gloomy, you know Halloween, I'm pitchin', gets 'em every time
Grimey ghoul goblin, promise anyone that envy dying
Giant jewels drippin, keep a smithin', turn you MC blind
Crazy how they talk, you can't help 'em out, too corny
Think somebody in my family tree put a root on me
Watch your tone, last nigga that moved got a boot on him
The ringer ain't out of range for anybody you callin'
Nigga every year's a blessing, I cop, pull up in Queens
Dapped a fan, said it's good to see me, good to be seen
In any area you stumble in got a hood in between
Spring my fucking wrist whippin' this shit, cooking machine
[Lloyd Banks]
Around the way, you never know
Everybody won't like you, you gon' have to let it go
Gotta find a better road
Shit on all your facade, rocks on a bed of gold
You can leave here in a second, yo
Dummy fall I'ma never fall
We gon' always be respected
If a nigga crossed the lines we drew, early exit
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