Credits

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

Lyrics

Far from coincidence, I worked for my spot to be legendary
God is real, if I ain't have work to do I'd be dead already
When you're winnin', trouble pours in gotta respect the levy
Same animal that you saw then, all of you secondary
No regrets from risk, we took then whatever was necessary
You giving out accolades make all of my presents prezzy
Realist subjects you got time for, here every seconds deadly
Plan shit out but still behind a step really, detectives ready
Life is ups and downs, no matter how lovely
Mishaps are waitin', cameras hanging shootin' shit up is risky as vaccinations
Jeopardize morals we upheld for strangers
Congratulations, play around and get your car touched, sending 'em back to satan
Dangerous appetite you wanna win, what would you sacrifice?
The very moment when you call quits, that's when my passion spikes
Nothin' irks you more than know it all's giving you bad advice
Haters all in your post, won't tap it twice
I'ma take it there for mine
Skip over whose next in line
Make a way, time to **** up the world
For the second time
I ain't got a heart for nothing you're feelin', respect my mind
Can't nobody live here, except for mine
I made enough to need more, time than I take it all
Keep the same energy that you had for me when I would fall
Soon as I make it happen, I can count on you to call
And I won't see you at all
I been round the world and persevered through it, where has my glory been?
Hit rock bottom and turned it to music, the perfect story when
You got everything you got handed to you easy, we void the win
New authentic shit helped usher the category in
Cooked up a master plan, won't ever be stalled or ignored again
There's no country for old men, neighborhood where the shorties win
Narratives that I'll fall again, fingers up to the origin
King Comfortable walkin' in, wings up a Delorean
They want attention from you, won't bite for the shit they sayin'
Multiple shots at the crown
All of them ricocheting
Money printin' you can get it soon as you quit complainin'
Legendary in your own mind
None of us put your name in
Crown allegiance, took losses won't find a grievance
From a distance crazy swingin' for nothin', got different demons
Gave a gift building discographies wit it consistent pieces
Lot of yall gon' fall when they lift the leases
I'ma take it there for mine
Skip over whose next in line
Make a way, time to **** up the world for the second time
I ain't got a heart for nothing you're feeling, respect my mind
Can't nobody live here, except for mine
I made enough to need more, time that I take it all
Keep the same energy that you had for me when I would fall
Soon as I make it happen, I can count on you to call
And I won't see you at all
Written by: C. Lloyd
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