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Lloyd Banks

Crown

 

Crown

(альбом: The Course Of The Inevitable - 2021)


Uh, too much trauma to count the scars
I laid down the bricks in this house of ours
Bitches mount the stars, every October, there's monster bars
Fuck an entourage, take your ass back to your mom's garage
I'm here to stomp the frauds
Blood on my shoes and my outfit's hard
I need a council card, I'm losing myself
Two arms to guard, flew through miles of fog
Land where it's hard to pronounce the broads
All for steady work for hatin'-ass niggas, few thousand jobs
Keep your foul facade, a hundred my jaws
A hundred percent to the finish, I hope the entire panel's critics
Nothing in common with quitters, check out my analytics
There ain't no such thing as 'can't', that's how we handle limits
And wrapping the work, I cross over to the piano business
Won't get the steal on me, my handle different
I've seen this shit before, the channel's glitching
Follow my manuscripting
And money ain't everything, but need a damn prescription
You niggas can't be around here without permission

Make it without leaving your soul
Awareness is the key to control
You fall, get back up, breathe and reload
Telling is telling, fuck the reason he told
Word to the young, wild and reckless, hope you live to be old
Ain't nothing like reaching a goal
They turn on you, they eating too slow
Some friends, you gotta leave on the road
The streets'll hurt you, better leave 'em alone
Unless you ready, he who wears the crown knows it's heavy (Uh)

All of the losers miss me, therefore my mood is shifty
Talking your worth don't mean a thing, you gotta prove it to me
I need the newest sticky, foreign car that's doing sixty
Bought up in this land, the bloodsuckers never get blue when hickeyed
The newest Louis in maroon, I'm picky
The respectable dawgs'll quit me, the reason none of your rumors fit me
Figured the independent route'll push the check through
Niggas was quiet, but when your mics weren't on, they disrespect you
The neighborhood made me special, most comfortable when the temp is rising
Make classic shit out of nothing, that's what I specialize in
I pull up, it's lyrical exercising
You're evil on the inside, it won't matter, your physical's mesmerizing
Nothing came to me easily, do you believe in me?
Weaving out of reality, always there when I need to be
Move, don't let the demons see, I got it on lock
Go key-for-key, ain't no teaching me, I been through it all repeatedly

Make it without leaving your soul
Awareness is the key to control
You fall, get back up, breathe and reload
Telling is telling, fuck the reason he told
Word to the young, wild and reckless, hope you live to be old
Ain't nothing like reaching a goal
They turn on you, they eating too slow
Some friends, you gotta leave on the road
The streets'll hurt you, better leave 'em alone
Unless you ready, he who wears the crown knows it's heavy

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