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letra de crown - lloyd banks

[verse 1]
uh, too much trauma to count the scars
i laid down the bricks in this house of ours
b-tches mount the stars, every october, there’s monster bars
f-ck 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 losin’ myself
two arms to guard, flew through miles of fog
land where it’s hard to pr-nounce the broads
all for steady work for hatin’-ass n-ggas, few thousand jobs
keep your foul facade, a hundred my jaws
a hundred percent to the finish, i hope the entire panel’s critics
nothin’ in common with quitters, check out my -n-lytics
there ain’t no such thing as ‘can’t’, that’s how we handle limits
and wrappin’ the work, i cross over to the piano business
won’t get the steal on me, my handle different
i’ve seen this sh-t before, the channel’s glitchin’
follow my m-n-scriptin’
and money ain’t everything, but need a d-mn prescription
you n-ggas can’t be around here without permission

[chorus]
make it without leavin’ your soul
awareness is the key to control
you fall, get back up, breathe and reload
tellin’ is tellin’, f-ck the reason he told
word to the young, wild and reckless, hope you live to be old
ain’t nothin’ like reachin’ a goal
they turn on you, they eatin’ 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)
[verse 2]
all of the losers miss me, therefore my mood is shifty
talkin’ your worth don’t mean a thing, you gotta prove it to me
i need the newest sticky, foreign car that’s doin’ 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
n-ggas was quiet, but when your mics weren’t on, they disrespect you
the neighborhood made me special, most comfortable when the temp is risin’
make classic sh-t out of nothin’, that’s what i specialize in
i pull up, it’s lyrical exercisin’
you’re evil on the inside, it won’t matter, your physical’s mesmerizin’
nothin’ came to me easily, do you believe in me?
weavin’ 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 teachin’ me, i been through it all repeatedly

- lloyd banks

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