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Lloyd Banks
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Being liked was never in my list of plans
I give a fuck about your Instagram
I give a fuck about your Twitter
Don't follow me, you see me in the street, nigga
I'm a giant, noisy footsteps, can't sneak with ya
Been running shit, next move is a flea flicker
Still making 'em sick like sweet liquor
Book full of told yous in my MVP picture
Ninety percent of my songs gloomy, I'm bar heavy
I brought them bitches out a dark room like R. Kelly
Gorilla papers keep the car smelly
Thinking I won't line you up, dead wrong on the contrary
Diamonds on my pimp hand, my buckle strapped Ferragams
Scoring like a six man, quarter pound of Marathon
Awaiting the day when all of my bad habits gone
Money, power, respect, all the above added on
The fuck can niggas tell me, dawg? Nothing
You walk around fronting, probably gon' get into something
Niggas'll be food, never dinner function
Better keep your cool or pretend or something
Me and Blue again, blue steel in the foreign
Yeah, I'm a CEO but move like a hooligan
If I'm in the club, then the owner gon' let the shooter in
I stick it in car oil, baby oil and lubricant
Known to set trip, you only trip when you Ubering
Wearing Godspeed for the time that I'm maneuvering
Yeah, I matter like black lives
Baptized in a black five on nine five with a crack pie
Lord, we think of Floyd Mayweather and George
Blowing smoke out the sunroof, talk to the Lord
Thank God for the stash box in the Accord
All the old school drug dealers rocking velour
Arm, leg, a leg, a arm, head in Tech days
That's the act, I sold crack just to get bread made
And I stuffed niggas too and I cut niggas too
They be like, "Fuck Ghost," but I be like, "Fuck niggas too," what?
The fuck can niggas tell me, dawg? Nothing
You walk around fronting, probably gon' get into something
Niggas'll be food, never dinner function
Better keep your cool or pretend or something
Bet they hit they boyfriends with the okey doke
Prepare for the hoedown, this ain't a first rodeo
Watch me break the shit down like polio
The fucking world can turn on a nigga, long as the homies don't
From South Jamaica to San Antonio
Seven days I'm targeting paper, raining colonial
Killing for years, my ceremony's due
I feel disrespected when niggas tell me my clone is you
If I should jump out the window, it's necessary
You got something to say to me, tell my secretary
Request the order for June, see you in February
Thirty'll get you a V, just have the edit ready
I've been legendary, this is my second tour
Fuck the company, what's a building to a wrecking ball?
Bunch of bitch ass niggas in need of epidural
Take the Cuban links off, get 'em a neck of pearls
The fuck can niggas tell me, dawg? Nothing
You walk around fronting, probably gon' get into something
Niggas'll be food, never dinner function
Better keep your cool or pretend or something