AWA

Drop 5

Track byLloyd Banks

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  • 2021.06.04
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Uh Keep talking that talk till' we catch you out there and tint your lids I put all my focus on a new way to ballons the kids There ain't enough accolades to cover the shit we did A grown up had shrouded me on the neck, but I'm disinterested When it comes to rated R shit, I'm double and back like Mr. Big Worry bout family ties 'cause my cousin'll smack you with the SIG Stumbling backwards, split yo' wig, humbling bastards, fist the jig I don't even know who the fuck you are, let alone what your business is Party stairs and Cartier glares, ricochet shots and break spears My sons' is dissing me, mad as hell when a car seat takes stairs I trump these niggas, 8 tiers Apply the pressure, shake peers Faced on my fears, seeing my nickname on the marquee, great years Ears to the slower life, two to three kids, a home, a wife Stabled in, if I roll the dice, grounded, growing, it's cultured, ice Living in danger most my life, could've just stopped, I chose my vice Putting this work to make sure I'm buried in ice You cross the line, my nigga, none of that shit will be forgiven Take opinions wit' ya, don't ever question how we livin' Owe it to the dead, and all of my niggas in the prison This is infrared, right on the target, take it in lead I need my kids to live fly, I'm not just trying to get by You violate, meet your fate, me and this nine on my side Nobody's hot and whenever you come around, we outside Let a nigga take one of ours, it's only right we drop five Uh The name will always hold weight, I'll leave it to little Chris You bitch, I'm killing this for you, diss me, do your due diligence Industry playing experiments, Damn I wish you were still a fan Started for 20 years, on the average they out the... bench Calling you find the realest stinge, Ive been the shit I'm still convinced, my penmanship, dismember shit I've been feeding this game since I entered it Back, since you mentioned it, wondering where the tension went Niggas fucking up the draft class, magazine full of trash bags Smoking and drinking 'till it made me ill, praying for God to take the wheel My rhyme is exceptional, so my neighbors chill Be cool your honor, I'm moving commas, excuse your partner A true provider, in blue Gabbana, the coupe's designer My pools piranha, I lose the drama in Punta Cana There's never a question on who's the rider, remove the timer Life is a bitch, will makes excuses out her, persevere Piece of cake when your purposes clear Second time I've been cursed this year You cross the line, my nigga, none of that shit will be forgiven Take opinions wit' ya, don't ever question how we livin' Owe it to the dead, and all of my niggas in the prison This is infrared, right on the target, take it in lead I need my kids to live fly, I'm not just trying to get by You violate, meet your fate, me and this nine on my side Nobody's hot and whenever you come around, we outside Let a nigga take one of ours, it's only right we drop five

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