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Lloyd Banks - Pieces Of My Pain (Official Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Lloyd
C. Lloyd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Getson
George Getson
Producer
Chris Deroux
Chris Deroux
Recording Engineer
Patrick Viala
Patrick Viala
Mixing Engineer
Larrence Miller
Larrence Miller
Mastering Engineer
Cartune Beatz
Cartune Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah (yeah, yeah) We back, nigga (back nigga, back nigga) You know what the fuck it is (what the fuck it is) Course of the Inevitable III (Inevitable III) Uh, icy arms, they coughin' up checks, threw me a Nike bomb You got an issue, get at me now, next year, I might be gone These niggas know what time we on, knife tension for ambiance Twenty years of slippin' on hearts right in the Mondrian Trippin' on tens and better, I'm talkin' lobby stomps Ain't have to be there when clubbin' to get the posse comps Full resentment from replicas, do my copies harm I'm here for capital, write my name in Versace font It's hard to breathe without it, Ziploc performance packs Role' collector, I ain't heard of tick-tock before the app Dope lines, I'm more than that, foot trails, I toured the map Boom-bap, I'm quarterback, who the fuck you think taught 'em that? Guarantee the streets is mine, talent, ain't no peak in mine Made it out the fire, eleven hundred degrees is fine Bunch of niggas claim they had beef, turned to a vegan line Niggas tried to snake me, it's serpent skin on my sneak design Been havin' trouble shakin' demons out my brain It's only right I give you pieces of my pain Every day it's been a grind, and all the weekends are the same There will never be exceptions, every weakness is a lame Padded armor in my hoodie, you gon' need some when it rains Nigga, they ain't nothin' different, fuck are we supposed to change? Gotta see in twenty-twenty when you deep into the game Heard that third time is the charm, here's the pieces of my pain Yo, niggas think we all the same caliber, beg to differ I forgot more than you put down, never a reminiscer (never) Valid threats'll lower your volume, a pleasant whisper Could have made it, but your shit bland, never had the charisma All of y'all, I'm steppin' on, my writin' arm is Megatron That white'll turn to green and leave red, the flag of Lebanon Don't deal with the opinions of sheep, need a Shepherd's horn Opposition paddle, shit's creek, I'm upper echelon Climbin' up the ranks again, got 'em sick, can't use your fever Niggas hear me, panic on spot, have a super seizure Time for you to kiss your spot bye 'cause I'ma supersede ya Drag my hood around the world, uh, time I renew my visas Niggas feast they way to the podium, that's a new procedure Didn't think I was a smart student, turned out a stupid teacher Niggas ain't built like this, put my books in a tomb in Giza Must've had me fucked up, time to make 'em believers Been havin' trouble shakin' demons out my brain It's only right I give you pieces of my pain Every day it's been a grind, and all the weekends are the same There will never be exceptions, every weakness is a lame Padded armor in my hoodie, you gon' need some when it rains Nigga, they ain't nothin' different, fuck are we supposed to change? Gotta see in twenty-twenty when you deep into the game Heard that third time is the charm, here's the pieces of my pain
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