[Lloyd Banks:] Yo, since my DOB, they knew I'd be a menace, believe in me Threw on my shades and S-O-X hat, back on my Eazy-E I hit my number every time and I'm rapping on PEDs Made millions off MP3s, did that with a GED You done fucked up all your handouts, just back to your EBT Top down on the Interstate, make the back of the GT bleed You never really did shit so your story's a easy read I'm sharp as ever and get to the Benjamins like Embiid I'm a true boss, blue Porsche, don't get too lost, new cause My lil' nigga bangin', send him, knock your bitch ass roof off Got these fools sick, makin' it hard to ditch that flu cough I'm recharged again, couple of mil' to get back, few tours Splatters paint a picture Shit been lookin' blurry on your end, the fuck I'm hangin' with ya? You been seeking strangers for attention Thought that fame would get ya Went and do magic, kill your haters with the same elixir Bankroll in this motherfucker, nigga
Nigga, add it to my legend I'm back to drop another classic on you and we all know what I'm reppin' Southside is the section Learn to keep it low, mind your own if you go with no connection Dawg, imagine how I'm steppin' Loyal to my family every hour, minute, second Nigga, add it to my legend Came alone and leave alone, I had to learn my lesson
[Conway the Machine:] Yeah, you already know when they cut the ProTools on I slaughter any production I gotta lay vocals on Them old niggas didn't embrace a nigga with open arms Fuck them niggas, they broke and I'm only focused on the bag, nigga (Talk to them niggas) Asked my young boy, "What you smokin' on?" (What you smokin', fool?) He say, "This just a pack of a dead opp" (Hahahaha) The back of your head drop from this MAC when his lead pop (Brr, brr) Made a couple million dollars from rappin', the Feds watch Like we actually still package and wrappin' on rap block (What?) We just dropping back-to-back and we back for your head top, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) When I'm on Dyckman, bitches call the Machine "Big Papi" And not the guy that bat for the Red Sox (Ah) If you diss me in your song, you think I'm 'bout to respond With a verse? Nah, I get you back with a headshot (Boom, boom, boom) Look, the comparisons is usually not wise If you didn't cop pies, two of your top fives, Machine (Brr)
[Lloyd Banks:] Nigga, add it to my legend I'm back to droppin' another classic on you and we all know what I'm reppin' Southside is the section Learn to keep it low, mind your own if you go with no connection Dawg, imagine how I'm steppin' Loyal to my family every hour, minute, second Nigga, add it to my legend Came alone and leave alone, I had to learn my lesson
Yo, God gave me the gift of gab, slick talked my way out a polygraph I'm in my "catch a body" bag, skin strong as Bacardi glass Play 'round, everyone gon' leave out with something like party bags Pricy army tags, weed hitting over a Ferrari dash Just a sorry class, ten toes watchin' the market crash Wasn't no Target slash, those stick around with no parking pass Sticky palms of hash, brown bag keys and apartment stash It's only right I shine bright, made it out of a darker past Cracked the windows, let the heaters in, always been superstitious Ain't no way around the PTSD from the cruel conditions Everything is independent now, droppin' on due permission Probably learn a thing or two if you listen, my nigga Your man a soldier, he'll holla back when the dance is over Two middle fingers, put "Fuck yous" up to the cancel culture Can't stand a vulture, his sickening borders'll anecdote ya The very moment shit hit, the plan is over, boy
Nigga, add it to my legend I'm back to droppin' another classic on you and we all know what I'm reppin' Southside is the section Learn to keep it low, mind your own if you go with no connection Dawg, imagine how I'm steppin' Loyal to my family every hour, minute, second Nigga, add it to my legend Came alone and leave alone, I had to learn my lessonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
