[Verse 1]
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A fifty box of L’s my hobby
We dump the color wasabi
Trollers don’t mind me
Gotta lot a free time like tommy
They chicken scratch your writin’ arm is sloppy
When i get on im top seed and drop V’s your goat’s a carbon copy
New foreign Nikes and my garments pricey
It’s mental dawg, better you harm a psyche yall ain’t even almost like me
Quiet storms and riot swarms excite me
Pen in my own ink to the drop just might be cool kilo on the white tee
Who wants some shit wit’ me?
All beef cooked to a fricassee
Just point me in the right direction bought curse and kicked to dree
Life’s full of chances dawg as long as you gamble the liquors free
Karmas pose is all i need
BIG told us that niggas bleed
I know ya wonder, if I’ll go under
My albums summer, my sound is thunder
Your style is sucka’
The worlds a bitch God bless the child that suffered
Those we grew up with
Don’t smile for dumb shit
Still pile a hundreds (Uh)
See Lloyd Banks LiveGet tickets as low as $79[Chorus]
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Got back up off the floor now it’s time to sore (time to sore)
Still got the hunger for more product connoisseur (connoisseur)
If you can shoot then you can score
Know the art of war (art of war)
Then sped it back head crack racks on the marble floor (marble floor)
Uh!
Got back up off the floor now it’s time to sore (time to sore)
Still got the hunger for more product connoisseur (connoisseur)
If you can shoot then you can score
Know the art of war (art of war)
Then sped it back head crack racks on the marble floor (marble floor)
[Verse 2]
Yo!
Emeralds, diamonds, rubies on my way to louie
Brazilian braids and doobies different ways to move me
Rusty blade to chop screwy’s
They out here doin’ cop duties
I had the game by the uzi
Since release dates were Tuesday
I’m tailor made for this jewelry
I’m switchin’ planes and woozy
I heard you, claimed you would shoot me
And became a groupie
Too many lames got in my lane excuse me
Plated my name in gucci
Truman show run everyday’s a movie
I’m who they counted on
Winnin’ is all parmesan
Comet con a bunch of them characters costumes slidin’ on
You went about it wrong can’t even keep ya comments on
Kevlar on my songs me and jealously never got along
Gave em’ my number nothin’ changed since niggas just dialed it wrong
Thousands strong twenty new zones keepin’ ya houses warm
Backed ya favorite hazards on
A hundred more miles and gone
Back for the clean up they been waitin’ too long
[Chorus]
Uh!
Got back up off the floor now it’s time to sore (time to sore)
Still got the hunger for more product connoisseur (connoisseur)
If you can shoot then you can score
Know the art of war (art of war)
Then sped it back head crack racks on the marble floor (marble floor)
Uh!
Got back up off the floor now it’s time to sore (time to sore)
Still got the hunger for more product connoisseur (connoisseur)
If you can shoot then you can score
Know the art of war (art of war)
Then sped it back head crack racks on the marble floor (marble floor)