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letra de lsd - lloyd banks

[verse 1: vado]
my man got rich doin’ state time
didn’t waste time, had ’em sniffin’ like k9’s
in the day room, all he did was watch dateline
then heard through the grapevine, some cats wanna shank slime
audi a8, can’t wait for that a9
rolly day-date, gold pearl and the face wind
when it come to bars, y’all sing like a drake line
i don’t need it hard, when you bring, don’t break mine
royal blue ‘vette, white seats with blue heff’s
tangerine rims, bent brim on that new mets
make the work slim, go in on that two-step
three necklace on crew necks
i’m reckless like who next? yes
soon as we do flex, they can’t wait
weed farms, we eatin’ off grass like plant-based
’bout to hear more bloodshed than cam’/mase
line of crackheads is what i call a fan-base
omi on my back, beggin’ me for the fam rate
crooked but stayin’ straight, since you and your mans fake
y’all just get the nod, word to god, no handshakes
put a strong stop to you n-ggas like lam’ brakes
i don’t have a bit of that in me, i can’t hate
type to don’t owe none, i look up to no one
before a dude grow, under the wing put my own son
then put my dude right under the big 4 and 0 one
[verse 2: lloyd banks]
the shogun
mo’ money mo’ problems, rather the rich ones though
being jealous and envious is a sickness so
those that couldn’t be taught, i left back, watched my curriculum show
millions of dollars, yeah, find all my fingerprints on those
homie get ya seein’, another birthday’s a bonus n-gga
no need for sympathy, you can take your condolence with ya
problems will squeeze your life out ya, karma’s a bonkers trip
that sh-t if it woulda came, would you recognize when the moment hit ya?
rubber bands on dead people, for purple pan bricks
we picked the armor depending on what the circumstance is
allergic to campus, my b-tch do diamond and birkin dances
i birthed all of your mans’, baby burps and pampers
uh, desert e on the lips of hypocrites
touchin’ down in 6’s like i missed my kicks
feather ruffler, shake down the families and witnesses
never forget a number, i specialize in arithmetic
uh, i’m like a belt collector, whip for whip
bar for bar, realist n-gga you’d sneak a picture with
mutant when you see us, my son is a baby g*nius
ever since a teen, it was visions of navy beamers
n-ggas talkin’ reckless, but did a 180, seen us
you know us for bringin’ the steel in arenas like arenas
take the smallest torch to the tomb, i’m an extremist
rub me wrong, revenge is comin’ full steam, my guillotine wish
have evil stay the f-ck from my eulogy
cut the tail off you rat n-ggas for animal cruelty
no bail money and murders was a good afternoon for me
the nightmares come usually, i grew up on krueger street
these flip floppers will throw sh-t on your name without losin’ sleep
don’t bring no kamikaze, can’t surround me, there’s too much heat
sometimes you gotta lose yourself when zonin’, the music’s deep
ain’t no free rides to winnin’ n-gga, learn how to use your feet
don’t trust n0body, i ain’t showin’ love to anyone
take it or leave it, this the realist song i ever sung
it ain’t a game here, anywhere i go a weapon’s brung
the neighbourhood’s a battleground, watch where you steppin’ son
go out and get it, if you waitin’, it’ll never come
you gotta live life to the fullest, ain’t no second one
the hood’ll take it from you, in a new york second son
there ain’t a book on this, the f-ck you want acceptance from?

- lloyd banks

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