Lyrics Lloyd Banks – Repetition
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Yeah
Money knocks from block ties, in the slums I’m favorite
Going over dumb heads, top five is an understatement
Antagonized to the animal out, no one can tame it, whatever I don’t live long enough to fix, my son will change it
Married hustlers still celebrate the engagement
God’s laughing at plans, won’t take for granted the second hand,
You wouldn’t understand, your yacht-master never left the land
Take care your fam, we eat wit em’, see you no lesser man
No love for the weak side, dropping freeloads and extras, damn
That disrespect shit don’t fly, G-code we check the land
The profit that will be made will comply, C-notes protect the plan
Soldiers with the same goal, poverty help connect the clan
All in the evil’s landfill, find a key and stretch it man
There’s madness to my method, yo’ ass is gon’ respect it, hit the masses, tip the record, they’ll be running out of gas any second
Same problems, different day
Feels like the clocks working against a nigga, ain’t no time to drift away
Toys will make the bitches play
I switch my shit up for nobody, doubters always going to have shit to say
Another K, another hommie
I think I had an outer body toast, the illest shit you ever seen
If you dumb enough to try me, I put them numbers on you, you be having a forever dream
Niggas got my name all in the talks again, you know we buzzing
Anything I ever did, I want it too, you owe me nothing
Gotta watch for enemies, top of the police dumping
Niggas that claimed to have my back then, confidence told me fuck em’
Very seldom seen in the mix, then we got the 30 with us
Hung on me for so long, what a feeling to curve these bitches
Kick my habits, I’m clear-minded, no blurry business, haters see me up again, tears dropping with Curry quickness
Part of my stance, I been pissing champs
I made a way for these niggas, peep my commission dance, I watched destiny slip through hands, genius will notice
My simple fans, pictures flipping, don’t care for the politics they watch
Funny how years ago Trump was giving me mixtape drops
Little crosses in the big face watch, pray to God I lift they stocks, beggars around in the event that this shit may pop
Same problems, different day
Feels like the clocks working against a nigga, ain’t no time to drift away
Toys will make the bitches play
I switch my shit up for nobody, doubters always going to have shit to say
Another K, another hommie
I think I had an outer body toast, the illest shit you ever seen
If you dumb enough to try me, I put them numbers on you, you be having a forever dream
