Текст Lloyd Banks – Blood Sweat & Tears
Текст:
My haters came with cable change my lanes to flame the summer
Remain the same my claim to fame that fakin takes you under we ain’t the same I paint my game with swagger drum packer relate to pain congrats you made it out the slums after
Family by me only hope the phony learn disown me
Can’t count on what you want they get ya to turn ya burn ya homie
Show me happiness without it then my bag of corpse the power pin
Banks back snappin
Without the app in
I’m a dance away from trappin
And still going to sleep g stackin
I reek of alley walls, cash calls
Feet up and cali coughs run what, don’t make me laugh my balles off
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tour kickin off the heals of drama
Fabric all timer million in the mericanna
They done put me on giuseppe let me in belenciaga now I’m marathon donnin’ til the power
The commas
They waitin’ on a fix
Watch me fix em all
I put my blood sweat and tears in this and risk just to ball
These fakers always switch
Fix and getcha call I’m in the ghetto where you gotta act you outta here you scold
Erase the corny shit
Separate me now
Keep the business out the crowd get the pie and break it down ovations all we get
Second place is foul and we came all this way ain’t no room for hesitation now
Yo! Stories to be sold not told
Back out my face with cameras noz like my weakest bitch pump like Jamaican dancers
Take a break from time to time where punks like to take advantage
Empty out ya mind for mind drunk nights and Vegas chances more great advances latest answers to ya rap quiz
Sat in the best seats of your life 10 rows behind me
Hit man, switch hands, click bam been flows for homi
My marksmen hobby on a buck bent rose bugatti
Ferrari scent and money spent men codes abided
Collision records when I pick dent hoes to side in
Mercedes pilllin’ made the hood go crazy bout ’em amateurs rappin’ they heart out
Really ain’t sayin’ shit though
I’m the wanted bombing sicko
A hundred times official
Empty stomach crime is simple
Against without the margin
You starvin’ early morning bloggin’ foreign car and audemarin Uh!
They waitin’ on a fix
Watch me fix em all
I put my blood sweat and tears in this and risk just to ball
These fakers always switch
Fix and getcha call I’m in the ghetto where you gotta act you outta here you scold
Erase the corny shit
Separate me now
Keep the business out the crowd get the pie and break it down ovations all we get
Second place is foul and we came all this way ain’t no room for hesitation now
