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Sidewalks
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CartuneBeatz
CartuneBeatz
Producer

Lyrics

Keep molding what you've been aware of, left DNA all the places I been My spot isn't rented, your favorite rappers don't race to top ten Dangerous the way my mind spinnin', if opposition chop limbs Not only did niggas go clone me, my alter ego got twins You come to my town, see spooky signs, the license plates, they clock in I married the week up, scheme with no prenup, tryna go re-up, crops in I wonder where all my opps been, still pack a venue, pop in I'm puttin' the work to last longer, hold my lil' girl at drop-ins New package landed, blue magic branded and hazard planted back the screen Won't clear it the fuck out, 'cause Banks is a acro cannon My tattooed hands wave the bricks that build me a statue Standin' tall as ever, ball in all weather, baskets do famine, nigga You thinkin' of trainin'? I could learn you 'bout something, hope a school Protect your neck, Cassette, CD and vinyl gets broke in two Handle more anger, still, the G.O.A.T. conversation is overdue The discussion's premature when it comes to who's the G.O.A.T. However shit go remainin' the keeper to my brother Keep your head on a swivel, niggas dyin' to take you under From the way it's lookin' lately some ain't gon' make it to summer Everybody got the same chance to take it, chasin' one color New York City motherf— I got the post by the finger, check out my speech Avoid the wrong territory, we play for keeps Won't be no sympathy for you, to say the least Lately the sidewalks for chillin', stay out the streets Uh, when I go meet the big homie, mirror my face every borough I'm really the same stand-up nigga New time, new place, different struggle Big crucifix to outshine me, a hunnid briefers, be humble I dare you to reach out and touch me, enough arms to have a team huddle They wonderin' my thoughts on others, but fuck you, here's my rebuttal Your promises never bring troubles, so my reaction seems subtle My vision's back to green tunnels, get caught in traffic, leak puddles We talkin' practice, no stumbles, cookin' up masterpiece bundles New York, the meltin' pot, melt a opp Give yourself the shop cleanin' card You were dealt to drop product on someone else's block You're goin' against the green leafy, you must want the help to stop Made it back here from Hell to rock, burnin' out on the bail from cops 4:30, a star was born, my journey's been stuck in the dark too long My ego tend apartments 'lone, we some makers to park it on You should've invested in the stock You've been workin' the market wrong Killin' this shit 'til the blood in my heart is gone However shit go remainin' the keeper to my brother Keep your head on a swivel, niggas dyin' to take you under From the way it's lookin' lately some ain't gon' make it to summer Everybody got the same chance to take it, chasin' one color New York City motherf— I got the post by the finger, check out my speech Avoid the wrong territory, we play for keeps Won't be no sympathy for you, to say the least Lately the sidewalks for chillin', stay out the streets
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