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Lloyd Banks

Misunderstood

 

Misunderstood


Three different bitches on my line one time
Down to jumping up and down like the baby ain't mine
Coming in first like its 88 I'm, I'm with my rollie off
Them people know the homie 'course I'm ten years down
Don't need my haters sad to satisfy me
Wasn't for favors I be splattered probably
Grew up with murderers never had a Cosby
Enjoy the party with Jamaica's Gatsby
I'm moving harder ties with me that's flashy killings my motto
Still stuck on success tip pussy spill a Moscato
Swear to God I get a chance again I'ma kill like Chicago
Hip hop selfishly tampering this what you call survival
Niggas jumping off the roof with no suit honor your idol
Life is funny dawg they want remember shit material
And people come and go look out for those that took care of you, dig me? I ain't get lucky, I got busy
Numb nights, longer days hoping my sick song plays

If I should never get to see it give the praise up to my hood
Let my tombstone read "Misunderstood party like I would"
I represent the man that stands for something
Those that never ran from nothing salute me with hammers dumping
Ain't nobody coming with you hold your own or pay the price
Keep your business low
That linen letting niggas know
Winnings what we in it for
Quitters ain't got shit to show

Uh, niggas'll pay to see you rep crack
Young king in my Met cap
Cross like Kenny Anderson, shout out to LeFrak
Fly, I brung out my jet pack
High, can't let the stress stack
Demons haunting me by the double who need a setback
Loyalty I respect that I'll always be a minority, big
Put on this world to be, get in line orderly all I need's a corner
Some of the legends they been sleeping on me
Other people put your ink down to each his own
Its only a few flying this high up industry sit aside to hear
You getting the money and don't provide changes with the boat dry ain't no truth in your proof, only perspective
If you judging motherfuckers start with you first
Baby I'm re-elected select my pay-per-view first
Take me I need my set lit the ladies yelling
And lames [?], shorties grow up even faster now namely inherit
Bandwagon is running off again, AK the exit

If I should never get to see it give the praise up to my hood
Let my tombstone read "Misunderstood party like I would"
I represent the man that stands for something
Those that never ran from nothing salute me with hammers dumping
Ain't nobody coming with you hold your own or pay the price
Keep your business low
That linen letting niggas know
Winnings what we in it for
Quitters ain't got shit to show

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